Here I am, can’t sleep again
Watching shadows on the walls
Get up, go down and make some tea
And hope that you will call
To talk to me at this late hour
To comfort and to soothe
Can’t face another night like this
Would rather not have to choose
To live to die to play the game
Pretending all is fine
Please call me now and chase away
These night time blues of mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written universal sentiments of waiting and a almost-there fear of abandon.