Poem - nightmare

[the_downtrodden]

nightmare

every day woken to
to a yearning heart
to an empty ache
is a waking nightmare

torn from the numbness
that only sleep can bring
and thrust forth back
into the tempest of our maelstrom

thrown from our feet
tossed about by the waves
of our heartstrings
and smashed upon the rocks

bruised, battered
a body attuned to pain
the endless death
of life lived in waiting

the waiting that comes
from a heart devoid of hope
only the bloody tenacity
of a quiet desperation

such a life is a nightmare
dreamt by those poor souls
who have no comfort
but their painful dreams

pity the sleepwalkers
for hell is not but theirs
it is there that they tread
in endless circles of ruin

escape from torment
is beyond all those that dare
to dream the dreams of life
the dreams of hope and love

look upon us if thou wish
for we gaze back upon thee
with glazen eyes and bowed heads
searching for that not found

on and on we walk
our burdens heaped high
breaking our backs and hearts
with each trembling step

but this fate is ours
chosen not by us
but thrust upon those cursed
with open and vulnerable hearts

fear thee not
when one of us limps over
to rest beside thy feet
it is only peace we seek

peace from the weights
of our empty hearts
each bit of our souls traded for pain
part for part

and when thou shallst grow tired
of the saddened and wrought faces
glide away, back to your light
never mind the eyes upon your back

it is merely the heavy gaze
of the doomed souls
who have want for nothing more
than love and peace

perhaps someday we shall wake
to a better thing
but for now we limp on
in our tormentuous dream

-K'Har-El