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Don’t Wake Me Up


The impending doom & gloom that consumes me is a mixture of my sorrows, guilt, & fears

Validated mostly by the world around me, the eyes that burn so much

as to leave visible sears if

only they could read my mind & turn torn

scorched pages

The semblance of soul & humanity that ticks away to my bereave

is a facet of life I wear on my sleeve

Though it is useless to wallow & a harsh pill to swallow

my solace is in the manner & form of how I grieve

When the gloom consumes me, & I see no reason to

tomorrow

I brew up a coffee & light a joint to raze my sorrow

burning bright as the consumption that characterized my anxieties

& bitter in taste as the silence I’ve come to speak to the world with

outside,

inside the comfort of my home

doing as they do in roam

Reverence is the stationary side of myself, but still I sojourn for loves

worthwhile embark,

walking in circles as many years as Moses made

to journey where safety lives

But I don’t weep for myself, my tears are no good here

No, it gets worse I fear

I hear of worse from far

& even near

So at least when I smell the roses, their gift is mine

While I have these two legs, their lift meets the sunshine

& although there is a warzone inside my soul

my war is peace to those embattled to the edge

I drink to them, the victims pulled apart from their wounds so deep

the nectar of the gods to lull me from their sorrows so steep

to blissful, personal sleep

In hopes that

that maybe one day we might coax them off their bravest ledge

treating these people as people, not cuttings from a hedge.