The Awakened (Tireless Soul)
A Poem
How many times had I been awakened and how many times had I been to sleep?
How many nights of sleep do I have and how many of them have I slept?
How many dreams inside of me
Dreams inside of me that I have been living
How many demons from my past, how many demons from my past from that I am fleeing
Those nightmares stalking every night at my sleep
And those whistling reveries throughout my dream
For me, my reveries and nightmares are like a flapping butterfly under the thunderstorm
From which I will get it through at any cost
And trust me when I say that for sure I will get it through
Now it has been like an obsession
To be under your oppression
For you, it's a confession
For me, it will be a suppression
I will live behind your walls
Behind the walls of your joy and sorrow
I will get over your riddle and clues
I will get over these somehow
I say keep coming upon my mind
And accompany me with your touch or glimpse
For which I have been awakened
And time itself feels like a long awakening
Now it has been like an obsession
To be under your oppression
For you, it's a confession
For me, it will be a suppression
About the Creator
Nabin Yonghang Limbu
A reader, listener and an amateur writer. I have been writing Unshared short stories and poems for years now. I recently realized that writing has always been the most expressive form for me. "Better late than Never".
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