Something has been keeping me awake for days now,
Most nights I spend twisting and turning on my bed,
Absolutely clueless of what's taking away my sleep.
Most times I lie face up staring at the ceiling,
And the void the darkness brings.
I try to assure myself I am not losing my mind,
At least not yet!
But perhaps I am,
And maybe it has something to do with whatever is stealing away my sleep,
I am at that point where it's easier to stay up at night,
Than to sleep peacefully like a baby.
And it's frustrating that at such times,
My mind, my eyes, my body,
The entire whole of me, never stops to twitch.
It's ironical!
Sleep used to be my way of escape,
But now, I long to escape into sleep
Trying to find answers in my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem