I don't sleep well
I tried to go back to bed
But it doesn't work
I think because I have million things to do
I run on coffee and diet Coke
I just want to sleep
But every spare moment is for poetry
Wondering where my next poem is coming from
I am so burnt out; want to curse my loss of ambition
I just want to stop and chill
But I am too worn-out to do so
I relate to this, sleep is often foreign to me without the aid of something. That sense of being worn down is another feeling. You might be too tired but this is a work of great investment. Full marks!
Diet cokes are even worse than normal sugar cokes. 'But every spare moment is for poetry' - mine too! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant piece....as always.....