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Unlike all nights before
At about 3 o’clock in the morning I woke
I turned The gadget on the bed
Searching, with great hope
For what had been hovering
In my head
Yet nothing was there
And feeling lost, I, with my tired eye
Tempted to fall asleep again
Yet within an hour in vain
Unlike all nights before
At about 5 o’clock in the morning I woke
With greater hope I looked for
For what I searched two hours before
Yet nothing came out
and sadness in me was to sprout
Unlike all days before
about 8 in the morning
I woke
And with the greatest hope I could muster
I searched for what I searched
my heart beating faster
Yet there was just void, just void
And despair I could not avoid
Hearing the moaning and screeching of hope
Being slaughtered, being dismembered, being destroyed!
The songs of birds outside
Which were so sweet, now, died
The shiny leaves of the trees
Which were so fresh, now freezed
The land somewhere that was fertile
Now became a desert, desolate, dry
Mud of moroseness
Dust of doubt
Sea of sorrow
flooded
My heart
And I, for the first time
Saw the loss of what I deemed as prime
Without warning
Without meaning
All of a sudden...
Enslaved was I to the state
Of being nothing
having nothing
expecting nothing...
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