Sunday, December 12, 2010

AwaKe anD UnCerTaiN

Its a slow time
Perhaps the veins are tired
I sink into bed
And it humbly takes me in

Awake I am
And uncertain of the same
The cerebrum mourns
It has seemingly turned gray scaled

Tired, are the words 
Of lifting up spirits
I will let the spirit rest tonight
In realms of esoteric dreams

Freedom marks a space
Untouched , unperturbed
But silently vanishes
When you feel uncertain and awake

Eyelids close, like a dream closes in sunrise hue
Falls this night , its a darkness of its kind
Time will fly , and a good time will come
Till then I lie uncertain and awake
Even with closed eyes

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