Someone has been out all night,
while i've been here at home,
someone will probably look a sight,
as i've waited here alone.
someone will want some food,
which i will probably cook,
someone will strip off and be in the nude,
i will have to put away my book.
someone will want to make love,
i just want to sleep,
someone think's they are a gift from god above,
i only want to weep.
someone reek's of drink and tobacoo,
i want to run away and hide,
someone finishes their breathing start's to slow,
i roll over onto my side.
someone sleep's the sleep of the dead,
i watch someone from the other side of the room,
someone will wake with a bad head,
i wish i could leave very soon.
someone shout's and blame's me,
i hold the fear inside my head,
someone hit's me like an axe to a tree,
i take a knife and now someone is dead.
someone is still alive,
i only have this dream,
someone may never know how he did survive,
i have this dream, no-one know's how thing's seem.
10th June 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem