AWAKENING murmured and cried.
No suitable reasons stayed by my side.
Feeling awful, awestruck, awkward,
The false, sweet dream I had was marred.
I saw normal people with their devotion.
I was a slave of my unruly emotion.
AWAKENINGcame at the dusk of my dream.
The inquisitive reality was the theme.
A dismal AWARENESSentered as a friend;
Opened my weary eyes to comprehend.
I became aware of my present and past;
And many other things that never last;
And what I had missed and lost;
With a great pain when I crossed-
A border of hatred and ambiguity in my soul.
Watching poor me in half, not whole.
Then I watched me in the mirror of glass;
Didn’t see anything but a world of mass.
Two eyes full of hatred in human face,
Shocked and fearful of that disgrace.
A blind, directionless anger, not feeling sorrow;
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