Sitting awake On A cold winters night
Looking at the stars and the moon shining with a dark gloom light
There's an owl in a tree observing me I could also hear other things but my eyes would not let me see
Across the road At a Bonfire a man stops and stands warming his cold and feeble hands
Soon he was warm and continues on his ways knowing he would maybe be dead if he stays
Now I am back on my own all alone even the owl has long since flown
Being here with no one near my thoughts begin to travel and that's how this poem began to unravel
My heart is aching while I realize I am the devils for taking
my thoughts are racing faster than my heart is pacing
Where my mind was taking me was not mistaking me I was on the way to deep dark thoughts depressions is what they cause
getting me thinking about demonic possessions instead of getting on with my late night study sessions
Back to life as I snap out of my trance
Getting up and walking away now that I have got the chance
back to life and reality pretending that my life was just a simple normality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem