The Somnambulist Poem by Naveed Akram

I have slept whilst walking, I danced in my sleep,
With dreams aquiver, trembling images of delight.
I was the somnambulist this side of the country;
An ineffable feeling overtook the blind man who failed,
He was the nefarious knight of old tradition, the man
Who fought the sounds of pennies falling, the man
Who won a deity and walked solemnly, like a necromancer.

I have slept all of my life as a zombie walking in the dusts,
With an epoch of pain, a sonorous welcome, and mellifluous
Cheer, as my beauty is my charismatic downfall when eyed.
I have slept and spent my time with innocence, like a bleeding
Heart in obedience to the deities that resound in the heavens.
My limerence is becoming a trap for the world, a real tread
On muddy waters, full of necrotic deathly pain that quivers.