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 30^th July 2013.