As I lay still in my bed, I can not sleep once again. As I look over to the big red numbers staring back at me, taunting me. The minutes pass like hours. I lay very still trying to fall back asleep. Praying to God to give me some answers. I lay awake as the silent night sinks in. I hear nothing but my own heart beating, and the breaths I take. These Nights happen so very often. These nights are the Lonely Nights...
pang! scary powerful. i like your style, however i'm afraid i might got into this situation. it's quite daunting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is sooo good! ! !