Wastelands
By dreamer awake •
I ache and i pain
And grope and grape
for misery again
Inebriated I sit, transfixed
I myself unmoving
Welcome to the desolate
wastelands
I harbor my ills
like dregs of lost days gone dry
I thirst and I sip
my hearts ever expanding desert, time has no motion
I am hapless without constraint
Feeling, unfeeling, feeding on my souls decay
Another moment of inconsequential monotony passes me by
Oh! wake me from my slumber dear lord
And speak.
For melancholy has brought me naught
but a dreamers reprieve
from a slumberous
sleep.