It's four o'clock in the morning
and sleep still hasn't arrived.
I feel very much like a coffee.
Drinking that might drive sleep away.
I am lost in a quandary,
not sure what to do.
I'll just crawl back to bed
and hope for the best.
26 June 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so relatable! To stay awake, or to continue to clutch at the possibility of elusive sleep.... That is the question!