I lie here awake at night
Staring to the ceiling
Counting the sheep
It’s almost morning now
And I’m still wide awake
Thinking…
And thinking
Worrying about what’s to come
Thinking about the past
Things that I would’ve done different
I keep myself awake
And my insomnia lingers in the darkness of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem