I drift into this coma like state,
Fighting the inevitable, It's getting late,
My eyes give one last blink,
I fall deeper in the the realm of sleep,
My eyes are shut, These images grotesque,
just thoughts....or so you would think?
Disturbing memories perhaps, of a time so dim,
My candle slowly fading into the darkest abyss,
I wake in screams, a cold sweat,
Why can't I have one nights sleep?
Always haunted by the past,
only if a good memories could last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem