Its three a.m
Awake i am
Lying down no aim
There's light rain
And a power cut
Ceiling fan is out
It's become hot
Sleep i can not
My mind goes to poetry land
I stretch out my hand
Looking for my phone
With muted ringtone
World time is three a.m
Restless i am
It's very hot
I am slowly stewing in a pot
I go to the kitchen
I wonder where's my kitty and kitten
I change over inverter
To bring solar power on its better
I check the slow cooker
It's been doing samp the wife it took her
lots of pleading to get me to check it
I am not keen like i dont eat it
Fan running
Mind running
No more sleeping
No more dreaming
I travel far in my mind
To find a poem to write
That's what i do
Write something new
When i can't sleep
So my sanity i keep
So i wrote these verses of twelve lines
Then went back to sleep finally.
There's light rain...rain makes weather cool And a power cut Ceiling fan is out It's become hot.... beautiful paradoxical use giving glow to your poetry. Another paradox use.. World time is three a.m.....probably inwest where winter is in the form of snow...or probably cold Restless i am.....so restlessness compared to hotness..good It's very hot I am slowly stewing in a pot...great emphasis on this I go to the kitchen I wonder where's my kitty and kitten....keep searching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
insomnia lives in an unstable mind let the thirsty heart drink the nectar according to its wish