The Awakening…falling from lies
My convoluted mind a spin,
reeling from my origins,
flailing like a man without a shoot,
I cannot speak, I cannot breath,
in this crushing speed there is no ease,
I’m falling consequentially
to my awakening.
The fear has risen
to calamitous levels,
my heart in my throat, I’m all disheveled
pounding like an alarm clock, on speed,
and moments pass, surpassing fast,
and nothing more than the base earth
to end my fall.
With wind thrashing my upright hair,
and face contorting, a wide-eyed stare,
rippled and flapping, spreading, overlapping
watching earth fast coming my way
its my end it seems, crushing all my dreams,
so soon encroaching,
it’s just not fair,
And a moment before that ground collides,
I closed my eyes and in heart derive,
a slender glimmer of hope to save my life,
if I just ignore this impending doom,
and weightless feel to reverse the dream,
perhaps I’ll land like a feather,
and awaken in tact.
But I hit the ground at 120, sound,
and body spread like an ink spot, round,
I guess those thoughts were all beyond my scope,
it was just an idea a last minute thing,
and now I’m a pancake red on green,
awakened I am to the long, long dream,
and fall I will no more with these here wings.
I would have preferred a longer sleep!
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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2 thoughts on “The Awakening”
Wow! A dream like that can leave one shattered for sure. I love this poem, the way it flows and picks up speed and your excellent phrasing – great piece, Tony.
Much appreciated Phyllis, so pleased you enjoyed it. Take care.