Asleep
Asleep
My eyes are cursed,
They belong to a world
That destroys what they love,
They have no barriers,
No forms of protection
Against what they see,
When blindness comes,
It will not be a relief,
For my sense of sound
Within the dwellings I live
Bare no fortitude too,
Within this city
There are makings of many
A good folk,
But all too often
They are cast aside -
Until blind and deaf;
Humbled beyond
All manner of life -
They welcome the grave.
Is this life God?
Millions boxed off and boxed in
No longer knowing
How to live freely,
No longer owning
Themselves and in fear
Of the knife and the gun,
My heart connects all my senses,
But it’s bleak and battered
With tar from this feeble existence,
We’re human you know,
With feelings and thoughts
Trying our damndest –
The expression of freedoms
But none remain,
None remain endeared
To this way of life as vacant,
Be the steps that I walk
Where no shadow is formed,
For we’re walking like
Ghosts of - never have been.
Does anything count
When substance wishes no mass?
When you’re so tired you just want to die,
Asleep!
To be the long sleep
You feared when young,
For it seems we no longer matter,
We’re no longer accounted
As true and valid,
And if I could walk
Again without the pain
In my eyes,
It wouldn’t be here,
It wouldn’t be here
On this planet called Earth,
For my senses are shocked –
Blown out and robbed,
Where there’s nothing but
Coldness - to replace all tears.
Michael J Waite 30th July 2013.
Jonnie Falafel
Tue 30th Jul 2013 08:37
Very bleak. But someone has to write about these feelings! Michael, the last line of the first stanza is obscure to me. And should "Bare" be "Bear"? I wasn't sure because I wasn't sure of the line?