AWAKENING
Awakening,
in the midst of time
in the midst of being.
I have never
been so afraid,
so lost and so alone.
Watching the world
from the top of a tree,
a top of a hill,
the top of this mountain.
I scream your name out loud,
trying to locate your feelings.
And suddenly I hear
someone calling my name.
Awakening,
in the midst of time,
in the midst of echo.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2009-09-06 at 16:32




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