The hours of the previous evening
Drained through the room
Where sleepless I lay in the dark
Twisting, turning, sitting up, laying down
Eyes closed or open it made no difference
Thoughts of poetry and things to do
Filled my mind keeping me from rest
The shopping, cleaning, garden
All in great honesty of no or little importance
Yet still, still I have been kept awake
I played out scenarios for the days to come
Played out conversations not to be had
Insomnia has taken a bite out of me
I can only hope strong coffee can steady me
Keep me tick, ticking over for the day
Perhaps for an hour later I will rest
No plans should be made in that affect
For now I sit up and awake, still
listening to bird song and wonder
Where my night has gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write and maybe tonight sleep will visit you.