Below is the poem entitled Wake Me, When the Morning Comes which was written by poet
Boskovski. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.
Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and
and show her the path that leads back to
Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through
and I want to hear the birds sing love
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.