Something just triggered my mind restless tonight,
and rendered me sleepless.
So I turned over,
the cold side of my bed,
and stared through the hollowing darkness,
that hold captive of my steely heart.
I hear,
a deafening static in my ear,
swallow the sounds of all quiet and still,
a mental embrace of what equals my fear,
of uncertainty that is never a certain,
of possibility that is never a possible.
I close my eyes,
try to shut this restless mind to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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