The Waking Hour (Version 2)

The Waking Hour

Is an alibi

To cope with lost regrets

That pierce the soul

With each and every step taken

A last breath

Could relinquish a proposed safe haven

If The Waking Hour

Came like a thief in the night

Disguised as Satan

Who's deemed be a soul taker

A well endowed saint

Could now be seen as patron

In the eyes of a world that's filled with bigamy and hatred

Leaving belated deception 

As the only trigger finger 

Needed to be used 

For The Waking Hour 

Red flags within the minds 

Of every Waking follower

Would remain the only

Alarm clocks left for saving 

Each other from an untimely

Dormant spiritual slaughter

That's yet to become 

Visually evident & yet undone

Author's Note

A slight shift from the original. All reviews welcome, thanks for stopping by and enjoy. :)

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

captivating, uniquely intriguing ink. your immensely gifted pen, is just altogether in a different galaxy, so far from the mundane.

this really cuts deep into
the reader's psyché...
and lingers in the imagination. i so look forward to re-visiting
more of your
ink drops. thank you
for sharing, (huge fan)
-- xx --

[MsJewel]

Your writing is so unique. You really are talented. As always, it is a pleasure to read you :) Julie

[Damien Ridge]

Intense poem. "Red flags within the minds of every waking follower, would remain the only alarm clocks left for saving each other" I just like the way you put your words together in this piece. Thanks for sharing! Much enjoyed.