Awake Me Not

 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