Waking Up

This is a pretty vague, could-mean-anything sort of poem. There was a definite source of inspiration, but the final product seems to have little to do with it. Still; enjoy!

Waking up,

It’s a brand new day.

We’re free, at last, to love and play.

To see the world as we see fit,

To free ourselves from all of this.

 

But is it worth it? Shall it last?

Or will emotions draw us to past?

Waking up, we saw the light.

Waking up, to return to night.

 

The hatred, the anger, brings unrest.

Someone always feels oppressed.

The sleep that comes is broken and shallow,

And waking up is far from mellow.

 

Waking up, in dead of night.

Waking up, to feel the fright.

This new day will succumb to the old,

It’s inevitable, or so we’re told.

Author's Note

This was written for the 500 words group. Enjoy, peeps!

Reviews

[r]

Since this is your featured poem and it's been posted since October, I should have read this by now, but apparently I'm stupid and haven't read it yet. I've clicked on it before and realized I hadn't read it, but never got around to actually reading it. WELL NOW I HAVE. :D ....finally.

I love this. I like the feel of it and the way the words sound in my mind. I love the 'waking up' part, and especially the part about 'waking up is far from mellow'. The words you use a brilliant and really fit. Not too sure what to say about it other than I really enjoyed the rhyming used. It's really interesting. I luff it.(:

[Dillon Cotter]

Everything about this poem feels real and true. Nice work!!

[Bette]

i like this you did a wonderful job