in the twelfth hour
sleep captures me
and there I pray
to all indifference
there I force myself
to take a deeper breath
to find hidden strength
to tap the universe
I cannot lie in prayer
I may curse with rage
for an elusive answer
or a fool's empty plan
peace and sleep come
illusion's procession
of the dead and dying
haunt dark shadows
I wait to join them
in time's unknown
free of all deception
in that dreaming place
To tap the universe....yes, that's what a prayer is. Beautiful write.
Thank you Nosheen. I appreciate you reading my work as always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although pessimistic it talks out the truth we desperately look for amid ''haunt dark shadows.
Some day we will all be free from deceptions. Whether death brings more than that, we must wait to see.