My eyes close for a moment
minutes later they reopen
I am tired beyond expectation
caught between sleep and wake
there are things I need to do
which now must wait
my eyelids close again
an unwanted sleep begins
evidently I thrash about
suddenly as if run into a wall
this tortuous sleep ends
three am and I am awakened
I edit and write poems
of subjects I so well know
of Heaven and Hell
about wrong and right
of tortuous painful life
or a loving beautiful wife
regarding my Parkinson's disease
my life's malady and the hurt
I write of spiritual works
or that which I observe
I feel compelled to write
at times it is the sum total of life
I now can get peaceful sleep this night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem