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I wake up in a daze; my memories
A clouded haze, and my heart within my chest
Is not beating, as if has lain to rest.
The darkness that surrounds
Is full of strange and frightening sounds,
But I remember where I am; I now know
Where it is I stand. All the pieces,
Since forgotten, have aligned;
I am trapped inside my mind.

And as the hands of time flow past
I can only stare out through the glass
Of every window, every door,
That I could not open up before.
Alone; solitude my only friend,
Staying with me ‘till the end
Of my existence and of time,
Through every sonnet, verse and rhyme.

I find myself drifting away, to a land
Of yesterday, where everything and everyone
Are having ever so much fun.
I am there amongst them, but with each pace
I realise that I am in a different space;
A different time, a different frame of mind.
They cannot see me, hear my voice;
Or maybe that’s their choice.

I slowly sink into despair,
And what should I find there?
But everything I’ve ever known,
Strewn about and clearly shown, like a
Gallery of sorts. But each impression soon distorts,
And I’m left with nothing but my thoughts;
Of every battle that I’ve fought, every mistake,
and every wicked path I’ve had to take.

I try to cry, but all my tears are spent;
Only a wallet of remorse left to repent.
Nought to pay for all my sins, and all my crimes,
Though that was the manner of the times.
Gazing up into the mist, I breathe a heavy sigh,
As if awaiting some reply, and at last take my leave
Into a land of make-believe. Where I am free
To live as who I am, or who I once longed to be.

©2015-2017 Jamie Wernham

Description

I wake up in a daze; my memories
A clouded haze, and my heart within my chest
Is not beating, as if has lain to rest.
The darkness that surrounds
Is full of strange and frightening sounds,
But I remember where I am; I now know
Where it is I stand. All the pieces,
Since forgotten, have aligned;
I am trapped inside my mind.

And as the hands of time flow past
I can only stare out through the glass
Of every window, every door,
That I could not open up before.
Alone; solitude my only friend,
Staying with me ‘till the end
Of my existence and of time,
Through every sonnet, verse and rhyme.

I find myself drifting away, to a land
Of yesterday, where everything and everyone
Are having ever so much fun.
I am there amongst them, but with each pace
I realise that I am in a different space;
A different time, a different frame of mind.
They cannot see me, hear my voice;
Or maybe that’s their choice.

I slowly sink into despair,
And what should I find there?
But everything I’ve ever known,
Strewn about and clearly shown, like a
Gallery of sorts. But each impression soon distorts,
And I’m left with nothing but my thoughts;
Of every battle that I’ve fought, every mistake,
and every wicked path I’ve had to take.

I try to cry, but all my tears are spent;
Only a wallet of remorse left to repent.
Nought to pay for all my sins, and all my crimes,
Though that was the manner of the times.
Gazing up into the mist, I breathe a heavy sigh,
As if awaiting some reply, and at last take my leave
Into a land of make-believe. Where I am free
To live as who I am, or who I once longed to be.

©2015-2017 Jamie Wernham