To wake is my fate.
My sleep deprived in meaning.
Robbed of my senses,
how can I feel so alone?
Washing through eternity,
it will never end.
My mind seeks a sanctuary.
Years gone by, in trance,
consumed by the light
of the morning.
What have I done?
I hear ticks, second by second,
day is calling for me.
Unable to recognize its voice,
I wail in my bed.
Feeding on a dream's remains.
I am asleep at last.
The pain I felt is gone.
Awake
© Copyright: Влад М., 2004
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