Night allows me not to sleep
While the echo of voices
Rise up as waves
While the visuals of news haunt
Like ghosts
A decade, no
More than the time of a century
A dream never comes true
In my mind, a narrative of paranoid
It makes me move and wake up
My plan, in that, the time and thoughts
Overtake each other
The lamp is lighting up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem