It lingers over me,
Waiting for me to succumb
To the darkness of it.
My eyelids grow heavy,
But I fight it off.
I become still
And it becomes hazy
And hard to manage.
The room is dark
And nothing stirring about.
I become immobile
And my eyelids shut.
Sleep has over powered me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good piece.. it is indeed powerful.