Even sleep
has fallen asleep
leaving me awake
guarding it
with my consciousness.
Pain gnaws
at my bones
nerves...slithering snakes
bite my mind.
I watch its slow paralysis
thoughts and dreams
in death throes.
Then the stillness of stillness.
The hours
mock me.
Laugh at me.
I cry tearless tears.
Birds open
a door into dawn
with their
voices
then
(lock) (it)
leaving the night & I
trapped in this
somewhere else
of nowhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem