Awake Me not! surely, I take 'My' fill
Of deep eternal sleep forgetful of all ill
Awake Me not; I long for Rest
Adorn with twigs this empty nest
My wings are broken, my heart is still
With winter cold and piercing chill
To die, to sleep, to end this ache
Perchance to dream; to shock awake
This troubled soul will now rejoice
When I make my final choice
Slings and arrows of fortune strike
I vividly remember how it was like
It was but a sleep: no fear or pain
How I long for that again
When it’s the time to give up my breath
Do Not awake Me into ‘mechanical death’
The diseased heart will turn into blissful ice
The light I see beckoning Me does suffice
To draw Me closer to that blessed place
Where eternal joy will this pain replace
Heavens welcomes me with loving arm
Free of this Pain and safe from harm
No blinding veil to cloud my tired eye
Or bloody fever to silence my anguished cry
Awake Me not; I’m soaring high
And with ‘Peace’, I await to ‘Die’…
Maxwell O'Reilly
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