Old misty misery
appearing in nightmares.
Then you find no rest in sleep.
You long for
daylight clear and bright.
Night is not your friend.
Mainly missing
tender care and sweet dreams.
Wake up calls seem far away.
Misty misery
gives you no kind rest in sleep.
Leaves you alone.
Alone with shattered pictures:
no friendly company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem