sadly I face laughter
with my sad face
deliver remains
of those happen days
a droop now darkens
while yet I slumber
a bad dream
this nightmare reappears
in my sleep I swat out
murmur, 'not me'
turn noisome bothers
roll out of bed
a certain deadness
in my stress
full of sleep
from real happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem