When Will I Wake Poem by Anisa Tara

My desk is dusty, my fingers flake

The end begins, when will I wake?

I trail the dust, initial your name

You're still a ghost, all the same

I creep the hallways, I tiptoe the stairs

Even in the attic, grief finds me there

The dust swallows me, a little then whole

I lie on marble, my heart is now cold

My bed is frozen, the nightmare endures

The faces I see, are only yours

The light it falls, then it dissipates

The night begins, when will I wake?