Her night bed wakes
with anxious stirring.
Hell is the sleeplessness
of night never over.
Open, never sleeping eyes
and brain.
The sifting thoughts
of minds slow cycle.
Her body cowers in time
with each pulse
beating away seconds,
and coffee cold
as the on coming dawns
cloudy windows.
and coffee cold as the on coming dawns cloudy windows. A beautiful poem.Well written I enjoyed it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sifting thoughts! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thankyou for your interest. Good wishes to you. Sally