Realise
Sunday, September 03, 2006
The sound of realisation,
it comes in cruel fashion.
It resides in a hidden cushion,
ridicules my faith in derision.
It awakes the deep sleeping fear,
and threatens to unravel its rear.
It pulls me by the ear,
and leaves me all alone with a tear.
Perhaps realisation came a bit too late.
Like the pie of relief that cannot be ate,
I hanker still for the key to the gate,
where demons dismiss at alarming rate.
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