Some brisk dawn days I climb out of bed awake
Watching the moments before life comes about
A sunrise that echoes out orange into the sky
Seems too beautiful, and brings a false peace
Other times I am tired from the night so I lay
On my mattress of warmth, heavy as a raincloud
Drifting into a vivid world that lacks light
I forget about myself and where I have to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, I can clearly see what you are saying, and relate to it as well. Great poem! !