Wakeful Dreaming of the Broken-Hearted

The bow falls on me and leaves me too

Sleep is unattainable amid the alluvium
An endless study of trauma and abandoned treasures

Wandering the dark realm of my mind’s eye
This awakening presents with a broken heart

Drifting through a stormy road
Into history so dangerously overcrowded

With interrupted means and failed prospects
The desire for glory and liberation

In the middle of a world determined to keep me down
My face rests in my hands when the blows don’t come

Too tired to cry. Too disgusted not to moan
The futures are completely unknown to each of them

Whose happiness is to be disappointed
No matter what may come, there is no mistrust

Contentment and pleasure will not be between them
Surprises are still waiting for us who are alive

In the dark and hopeless hours of the night
Hope and comfort are so distant and intractable

Like evening talk in daylight hello
I call with my head on the pillow

Weakly and hopelessly answer the night
It leaves me abandoned and vulnerable

To monsters that have a mind of their own
It creates tonal torture

Remodelled a long time ago with a bow
Unsuitable to sleep with sediment

An endless study of trauma and abandoned treasures
Wandering the dark realm of my mind’s eye

This awakening presents with a broken heart

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