Awakened

I bitter sang downtrodden,

I sat beside a well wishing.

For night release its hands

those who I saw in dreams.

That I might in azure pools

see breathed brought to life.

An end to my wishing days

for them by my side no strife.

This spell it has raptured me

by filling the hole buried in

places none else had traveled;

a place where healing begins.

Help me see the ones I’ve lost.

The ones who are pure gone

have they into my memory I

have now put them into song.

My dreams they revel in mist

hoping abound but none real.

My head rises in sweat ridden

beds where nothing does heal.

Need I a hand to grasp truth,

need I a place deeper yet close

to ones whose sweet laughter

breathes life yet into my ghosts.

So I rise and dream no more

everyday brings hope I move

not dragging chains in endless

tunes that never ever soothe.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Katherine says:

    Interesting poem, Jared.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kyleoyier says:

    Great post

    Liked by 1 person

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