Deep is this sleep when it comes.
Inside of your head floating from dream to dream,
as if dead.
Some times a woman, some times a man,
it is the children like yours whichever is worse.
That do me in.
I can't escape I am trapped.
Being a male they mess with my parts,
until at the end I cry out.
Paralized I cant move make a sound you can hear.
Sweaty sheets I bolt up to the top,
just to be dragged back in.
Death in life for the one that they find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very compelling and haunting write. So imaginative in all of its details. An intense poem.