A sleeping man wants to rest.
Pain from a past breakup ends his brief sleep.
His agitated mind churns with images.
The night is not long enough for relief.

The world spins under a starry sky.
Clouds release their burden to cleanse the night.
Days come and go, just like the nightmares.
Dawn breaks and the sun returns.

Now, the dreamer understands things better.
The pain slowly cleared from his heart.
Now he is free from its driving torture.
A mystical healing power has made him new again.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Awaken. By Pulpolux !!! [Image license]