Self-Revealation Poem by Karen Jane

Wake up, Wake up! Thou slumbering sleep
Here I realize- how futile have these years been;
Through the years of knowledge
Whatever I have gained; Is it all in vain?
I know- Knowledge is vast and boundless
But alas! sitting on its brink.
What have I gathered so far?
Only empty shells and stones.
Today, I ken- I'm dead.
Lo! there rings a voice in my ears
Why stand you- Aghast, Abandoned?
No one to soothe my soul
And becalm my fears.
Here, I bleed, grief-stricken- my heart.
An awareness divine dawns upon me-
I'm a receptacle but still rolling far away from the ocean:
Abounding in gems and pearls-
But sounds my lyre so hollow
Now, I perceive, a bitter reality- a hard fact!
Will there be another morning?
Will the dark clouds wither away- I know not
Still, a radiant hope in the dark, gloomy night
I see. Lift me, O Thou! Mighty Spirit
From oblivion to enlightenment
Lead me to that heaven of bliss and joy
Where reigns Muse Supreme.