I often find when I can't sleep,
My brain is alert. I sit and think.
Distant places, events impossible,
People who are new,
Strangers that are familiar.
My nights is a fictional reality.
Still sleep is far away,
I colour in the grey.
Fantastic scenes unfold,
Stories waiting to be told.
As the dawn arrives,
I think of the million lives
That I lived in one night.
thats a good poem what made you right a poem like that? ? ? ? hope you read mine also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you! ! Well.. I couldnt sleep at all so just decided to write about me not being able to sleep. And thats what I came up with haha!