I burst out of the stillness of sleep.
Pollute the night with a cacophony of sound.
My hard heartbeat roaring
My heavy chest heaving.
My sorry hands Sweating.
And when relief again quiets me.
And darkness then cushions me.
And slumber slips heavy about my eyes.
I tell myself nothing has changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem