while others are sleeping
i am awake thinking.
solitude in shades of grey
reflections
in blackened light.
blue images revolving
through
this space,
trickling down
as
promised.
my breathing
and
my
heart beating,
are the only sounds i hear.
loneliness
and
remoteness,
the price paid
to
be
alone
and
awake
3-29-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem