If you awakened drenched in sweat on a cold morning
Shivering paralyzing cursing knowing you're dying
Would you step barefoot on the cold dark concrete floor
Looking for an exit from a sleazy back door?
If you snapped out of dozing off at your boring job
Cussing blurting shrieking in a momentous sob
Would you tippy-toe to your boss's cavernous hole
Addressing her highness with kindness selling your soul?
If halfway through the course of your afternoon delight
Flickering shuttering embracing darkest of sight
Would you race to the virginity of the light
Believing you weren't the stingiest in your fight?
If awakening of evening of the reckoning
Hallucinating resurrecting recuperating
Would you hug the iconic Timothy Leary
Trusting doctoring enabling humanity
This poem expresses amazing fantasy. You have brilliantly and expression skill. This poem is excellently penned...10
Sometimes, fantasy is needed to move away from the really serious themes. Great stress buster! Kumarmani, thank you so much for your great response!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems like it can be difficult to see and live life the way you would like. Really good poem. A 10.
So very true, Carl. And thank God for the faculty of imagination! Thank you for believing it to be a really good poem.