You are asleep again.
So bare when wrestled
By a dream.
Cars on tightropes
Impossible to balance.
Your sister's face
Melting with her will.
Long dead relatives
Denying that you exist.
And then you awaken
And the nightmare begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Middle of the night And the dawn is afar Happily into a deep sleep Why should one wake up? ......thanks for sharing this piece