Waking Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Waking up is hard to do, but knowing that something is wrong is the first step to making it right. A rhymed sestina.

Submitted: March 07, 2007

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If my heart is a grave, then your soul is the ground
From these nightmares I find I'm not easily woken
I'm searching for thoughts that don't wish to be found
and struggling with words that refuse to be spoken
A graveyard cannot be so lacking of sound
as this bed where we dream in the silence unbroken

We can't break the silence, now we're the ones broken
as cold as we'd be if we lay in the ground
and your words are still lies even when they are spoken
The dream is no safer for having been found
I'm all the more weary for having been woken
to listen to you as you cry without sound

My memories are weak but you lies remain sound
I know they are false, but your cover's unbroken
My heart feels as coarse as the pieces you've ground
from my soul with the words that should not have been spoken
I don't think I'm lost, but I know I'm not found
and the nightmares are making me fear to be woken

I've lived in a dream, now I cannot be woken
Scream loud as you can, but I won't hear a sound
My heart has been buried: it cannot be broken
It hides away safe in my soul's stoney ground
I begin to forget every word that you've spoken
I rest now and dream where I cannot be found

I wish I could lose you, you keep being found
I wish I could sleep once without being woken
I'm flying so high that I can't touch the ground
The silence between us may never be broken
I'm floating adrift in a world without sound
and the words in my heart still refuse to be spoken

These words are the truth and at last they are spoken
I breath in the truth that I've finally found
I'm free of the nightmares now that I've awoken
Your lies have been silenced, but I hear the sound
of a chorus of voices that cannot be broken
as I rise from my grave in your soul's stoney ground

On this sacred ground now the truth shall be spoken,
the dead souls are woken, the lost dreams are found,
But you cry without sound as your cold heart is broken


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