She cries at night
But she doesn't tell me why
Maybe it was something
In the distant past
Or the fear of the future
I try to calm her down
Though she falls asleep around midnight
The silence frighens me
In what she is thinking
This is sad and haunting, to be wondering why someone cries at night. Great work!
Nightmares made by memories of the past or the fear of the future...Splendid!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadness, perhaps grief, will often find an escape. Perhaps we can mask it during waking hours, but.... ....Amazing verse, LeeAnn.