After the Hurricane 1
After the hurricane
Washed upon the shore, I lay
Motionless in a slow delay
Quivering thoughts at play
I wonder, when shall I be free from this
This dream that I've dreamt
A storm within my soul
I wish it would quiten, be soft
Ushering words being spoken
Within me, something seems broken
A stone in my throat
My being trying to dispel it
The wind is roaring..
The spirits are nigh
I hear almost a whisper
As I lay there wide
'don't give up' she says
'who is this' methought
Wonder not, just heed
'wake up, your alive' she says
But I'm awake, am I not?
Is this paradise?
'heed my call and wake up now!'
I can't, my body is paralyzed
Sand all around me as far I can see
Oh the roughness I feel
It's imprinted upon my face
'wake up!' I hear again
It's her, a light silhouette I see
It's her, I've waited for you, forever
Something feels heavy
Oh it's me inside my body
Weary and feel tied down
Can't shake off this feeling
I need to see her
An angel in being
Engulfed in light
'no longer shall you be here,
wake up at once! '
I open my eyes to see
It was all but a dream...
Copyright © Carmael William | Year Posted 2020
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