Awakening

A Poem By Keri // 5/6/2010

Awake, my dear, awake

The morning you must take

You must fight the unknown fears

That have haunted all for years

 

As you lie there in bed

People tremble in dread

Only you can help

Beat  pain like a whelp

 

You have lived your life in comfort

You must do what you were born for

So rise from you sleep

Let your sword cut deep

 

I know you dream deep dreams

Void of any screams

But you must hear terror today

As the wickedness you slay

 

I know that it is within you

To do what you’ve been born to

If only I can make you rise

You always liked to sleep 'til the sun was high

 

Comments

I love this. Really

I love this. Really interesting. It would make a really intriguing novel :)

Erin | Fri, 05/07/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond