The Awakening
There came a shapeless cloud of hope
Where clearly, hope had long dried out
Nothing but silent echoes I could feel
Right there within the walls of doubt
The shade-less shadows of my fears
So transparent beyond any expectations
Often reflecting the locked-within tears
Releasing tons of steamy imaginations
Alone as ever there I stood in total vain
Swallowing my future .. Sucking my past
Feeling the scratches of my pains
Trying to forgive and forget them fast
The shadowy dreams still haunt me nuts
The nightmares rather pleased to remain
Awakened each day by sounds of quietness
Carved in my skull with a bloody stain
I need to realize .. before the turn of dawn
I need to feel alive .. yet keep time still
A day bygone is a past-day long gone
Where from there we descend down-hill
27/10/2004
9:15 am
Bahrain
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