Rude Awakening: Part II

Of basking in glorious, hopeless life

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Then, a walk on the rotten path,

Routes of gasping breath,

Neon, bricks and striking siren lights,

Fill his nights,

He is lost…in the nuance of life.

His mind,

More tangled than the cobweb in the maiden’s lair,

Alone, he walks…

In a serendipitous night,

Lit by the moonlight,

But pitch black in his eyes.

He realized…

When he was awaken by the rude thud,

All his dreams have yet to appear,

There is no back door to heaven,

Within the grasp of god,

Stumble upon the wrath,

Of his Love,

Still, they both,

Sit in the glory of their lives…

Check out the prequel, Rude Awakening: Part I: