Dreaming, restless with edginess
In murky, hours of darkness 
Trancing back street, nocturnally 
Winding up by meandering 
Forlorn into moonless alleyway
Surrounded by so-and-sos scurrying
Hours of boogeyman musing
The sleep ends with fraught
Awakes from the land of nod 
Gives the bad dream a shake
Cries until the tears make 
Then ascends from harsh bed 
Bearing contemplations not clear 
While, confronting the day with endless fear
With an illusion in mind of head 
Of having a nightmare of being dead
© daniel miltz                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    