Night. Bed.
Awake. Asleep.
Asleep but yet awake -
And happy,
Oh, so happy
When suddenly
Suddenly
Piercing this blissful state
A din!
A shouting, clawing
Angry mob
Which spills
Splits and pours itself
Around the 'conscious' self
Which
In a flash
Knows itself to be
The target of their wrath.
Fear
Like a cold
Heavy shackle
Clamps itself
Around the heart
Then tightens.
For a second,
PANIC!
Sheer
Utter
Unbounded terror
Explodes within!
The 'conscious' self
Barely finds the strength
To utter 'Master', 'Master'.
To no avail.
The crowd continues -
It grabs and jeers and claws.
Flesh. Blood. Muscles.
The body is ripped and torn and shred
By their fiendlike mindlessness!
The weakened 'Conscious' self
Manages a feeble
Whispered, 'Master'.
No respite.
No rest.
No end.
The madness continues.
Then,
Then in a flash
It's known! It's clear! -
It wasn’t the Master
Who failed!
A brilliant light
A boundless joy
Simultaneously
Flood the heart!
Then poof!
It's realized -
Another lesson's
Been learned!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
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