All around me silence.
Sleep stares from the darkened rooms.
Taunting me.
Thumping
It utters not a word
Thumping
Ever rushing past my ear.
Thoughts grip my mind,
Like a closing fist around my throat.
I lay listening,
to the melodic rhythm of her breath
Then stir again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem