It turns. Rotates. It burns. And shakes. <br />I can see a window blurred by pouring rain <br />The steps I hear - they echo <br />they fill my head with pain. <br /> <br />Will it ever stop? <br />A circle doomed <br />No-end road <br />Darkness without end... <br />And then again - awake - i have to go <br />To go ahead. <br /> <br />No time to think. <br />I have no choice <br />I have no mind <br />Can`t hear my voice <br />The wind`s too loud, <br />The fire - never stops <br />And the stranger with the huge hat <br />would bow down <br />would leave the town <br />as i will too. <br /> <br />And as I leave <br />One thing i leave behind - <br />a perfect memory <br />of glass and light and tender sounds <br /> - the soothing touch of rain again <br />and the cold metal of the gate. <br />It`s so gray and dark and quiet now <br />In the hour before the break of day <br />when i cannot stay <br /> <br />I feel someone watches <br />Someone else`s life will break <br />as he stands above to see me go <br />keeping all his senses wide awake.<br /><br />Valao Kole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-65/
