Sleep
i dont think it likes me
it allways eludes me
when i close my eyes
there are too many things i see
im so tired but cant sleep
maybe if i keep my eyes closed
i might begin to doze...
or not
if i could relax i could try again...
i even tried counting those damn sheep...
i got to four hundred and ten.
Im about to give up
and go to the kitchen
where i keep
the last resort...
or thats what it is tonight
usually i dont put up a fight
but i decided not to do it today
i was gonna save it for anouther day
i go ahead and pray
and then i lay and think
the exact thing i was avoiding
ussually by now i'd be snoring
ok it was time to choose
and i really have nothing to lose...
i might gain a lecture though,
depending on how my morning will go
so i go ahead and get outa bed
heading for the door,
i did what i ussually did,
but took a little more...
i layed back down,
turned my volume up,
my mind began to cloud over,
and i smiled because i didnt
have to wait much more
a few minutes later... i began to snore
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Good work Anhelica, sleepless nights are usual for me too.