Awake Poem by Valao Kole

It turns. Rotates. It burns. And shakes.
I can see a window blurred by pouring rain
The steps I hear - they echo
they fill my head with pain.

Will it ever stop?
A circle doomed
No-end road
Darkness without end...
And then again - awake - i have to go
To go ahead.

No time to think.
I have no choice
I have no mind
Can`t hear my voice
The wind`s too loud,
The fire - never stops
And the stranger with the huge hat
would bow down
would leave the town
as i will too.

And as I leave
One thing i leave behind -
a perfect memory
of glass and light and tender sounds
- the soothing touch of rain again
and the cold metal of the gate.
It`s so gray and dark and quiet now
In the hour before the break of day
when i cannot stay

I feel someone watches
Someone else`s life will break
as he stands above to see me go
keeping all his senses wide awake.