I hit the rugged sack
She woke up to a demon so black,
He raised her Utopia
In a far unreal dystopia.
The child wept in the trance
Chased by a shadow in France.
Oh no! It was so long,
Long before the soldiers fought
The realm of the night.
No kidding. No booze.
The teen had it close-
The malicious prick of thorns.
A fruitless tick-tock,
Damn the alarm clock,
That let me slip
In a abyss of sleep.
Oh my life!
Get me past this strife.
It's all that I pray
For the tears to get away,
Rise up for a new day.
A thought so familiar,
Promising and singular
Shook me up, Woke me up,
Fixed what I messed up.
I felt a cold breath
Passing through my teeth,
Looked around to search
The tears that made me blind.
Where did they go?
Was it all a dream?
I would never know
Except the truth so convincing
Let the world wake up,
I wanna say, 'Good morning'

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Note from the Sonador :

Hurray! My dear optimists I'm so delighted this morning, 'coz it's my first attempt in writing a waffle. A waffle is a long piece of writing that kind of makes no sense when you read. The poet expresses his honest feelings in a different way. The all over theory of my first ever waffle is:

Sad times are like nightmares. They never do really exist. However grave might be the sorrow, one day or another you'll eventually wake up to say, 'Good morning'

Stay cool..