And now I’m awake,

But it’s just too late

I’m sorry,

But it’s not good enough, after all,

But is it fate

That we really take?

Or not…

Can we change, tear down the wall?

Ah, but you know,

We built it just so,

And we made it tall, dark, and strong

Cold stones in a row,

 A wall, thick and low

With impenetrable spikes all along

But my sight grew dim,

I forgot to wake him

When I opened my eyes at last,

And walked away

From the fog and gray

And left him to drown in our past,

But I’m awake now,

And still haunted

By his eyes and nightmares…

…By what my memories bring

After all…

The past is really just a dream

Author guidance for This poem

I seem to be haunted by single words.

I am not an unhappy person! Promise! (I am not on drugs, either)

That said, try to imagine drug-induced dreams. I realize these poems are confusing, so please keep that in mind. Also, if you don't like the content, just navigate away from my page. This will save us both grief. Thanks :)

updated Oct 23 '09 by Lyre