Wake to sleep
And take my sleeping slow
Trudge through snow
And feet don't slow
When I hear the draw
Of the string of bow
I can't tell if my shadow follows me
Or if I follow it
But I do know where the poppies grow
And the wise raven does sit
Construing sadness with a blunt pencil
And a frayed brush
I talked to the monster living under my bed
He told me he stays fed when I stay hushed
So I shout from the mountaintop
Though I sleep in slade
We are ambassadors of our thoughts conveyed
I promenade
In the shade provided
By the dour clouds and the pendulum blade
Youth, was a, mundane prison
My mind, was the, warden
Now that, I have, seen through, prism
Fear not east of Eden
Won't cry
When my wings do melt
'Cause I can swim
In abyss quite well
Bear scars
That tell a haunting tale
Are wounds ballast
Or tears in the sail
Shudder when I think
That I'll wake tomorrow
Toeing line once more
For a course of sorrow
Ofttimes, I hold in a scream
While I beg my hands to work
My mind wanders to where dreams are ripe
And toward alluring cave, where nightmares lurk
But I shan't gripe
Even nights now
Shine brighter than my days afore
I ne'er implore, days of yore
My flesh is raiment
Some days loosely fitting, some days tight
Wondering if others spot, when I'm untucked
Or if truth of garments
Doesn't show in daylight
It's unsettling, knowing that the right path
Can be walked in the wrong direction
Reassuring that the Spirit makes intercession
For our silent groanings
And our tacit supplication
Pain, my tongue did taste
But I was reluctant to clean my palate
I clung to the flavor
Cold, in a warm embrace
Now with my sins effaced
Love, I can savor
I prayed for stones, to build foundation
But neglected to ask, for the strength, to carry
Sought with ink to cage, my tribulation
But confined myself instead, unwary
Ennui, is the mind's, hunger
I, give it brine, to consume
Walked, home
And peeled back sheets, of my tomb