“SLEEPLESS NIGHT”
In the middle of the night, at 3 A.M, I long to fall asleep, begging for sleep,
Yet sleep eludes me. Why can’t I find slumber?
The longing of my mind is subdued by the yearning of my heart.
Here I am, lying on my couch,
The favored spot where I seek solace in sleep.
The couch brings warmth and a sense of companionship,
But on this dreary night, even its embrace fails to lull me into slumber.
It’s now 3 A.M, and disbelief engulfs me,
Is it too much to ask for some peace?
I lie on the couch, and as the clock ticks to 3:30,
I find myself alone, with only a comforter by my side.
Where are you, the one who was supposed to be here,
By my side on these cold, unforgiving nights?
Almost 4 A.M, and I remain in the same spot,
Still sleepless, still alone.
The minutes tick by, it’s now 4 A.M,
All I hear are the purring of cats and the woofing of dogs—how fortunate they are.
If only, if only,
Someone could hear the screams of my heart, the voice in my head,
The cries for help that echo through my being.
And now, the dawn is on the horizon,
All I yearn for is rest,
Only if I could find respite, only if I could rest.
