For some arrived in August

For some arrived in August, 
did not arrive painless night. 
Grandfather clock three time 
yet insomnia strikes. 
Last night, or yesterday, 
who knows, a happy dream like this. 
Sorrow, and the pain of miscible 
night in the mist of a ball doing so. 

That ball was floating in my dreams time, 
the writer's pain was controlled heavy work. 
I stayed in pain now closed, 
I would like to remove the already 
whether to move forward. 
Fever nagging woman now, pale, 
and I still slept, but 
I do not like the insomnia still 
peace may be.