As the night unfolds the hours tick by
The world sleeps but why can't I?
I wonder how it is this sort of thing has come to be
And are there more who toss and turn just like me..
How I wonder what needs to be done
To be remembered before I will forever be gone
But as I fight for everything I want to get
Will I in the end have nothing to miss but therefore much to regret..
How do we use the time thats been dealt by this night
Do we use it or wait for it to return in light
Do we use this time that otherwise would be wasted
Or do we try to sleep and never know what idea could have been created..
I have insomnia myself and can relate to the frustration it causes. One must become unattached to all thought which is of course much easier said than done for thought itself is ego and defines or sense of self. Imagine that you are not yourself and that you are actually one with the very substance ofdark and that may help you my friend.
a bright shining poem and above all the image created is fabulous loved the title very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome! I so understand what you write about. I go through the same thing. You've expressed it well.