Insomnia

Леонид Малахов
I met the dawn
I, once again, succeeded
The inner darkness has thereto grown
Her grains of anguish, deeply seeded

Am I awake?
My sheep have lost the drover
There is no fence for them to take
And the letdown has won over

I call the night
So clear, swift and streaming
To put the fatigue out of sight
And let my absence be redeeming.