As I walk down this old street
Eyesight fading
Feet trudging on behind me
I find that in my search for sleep
Blurry dreams flutter beside me
Like angry little butterflies
With super-speed and laser eyes
Breaking through my bones
While skin and flesh
Have melted away
And now as a flagrant skeleton
I crawl upon the cobble stones
And find within the ties of sleep
I am able to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, I'm having trouble with insomnia at the moment. I've just stopped smoking and sadly it's one of the side effects.