In re: Your Poem: I bet you are, Wide Awake, Just like I am...! ! ! !
It is rather unique after being asleep or half asleep a good share of my life...
To finally be in full senses, and really see and hear what the Hell is going on!
No Rip Van Winkle, We! ! ! !
The lie of a love that never died became the sin of his life Hideous and treacherous It haunts him forevermore
But this light, the divine light lit the candle in his heart A spark in her eyes