The Awakening Poem by Maveriqué Richard

Amidst the depths of night - I arise;
For reality had given me a pat at back,
As she shouts loudly in utmost silence;
I'd dashed my minds to the rhythm of its beat.

Now that it sings in voices so heavenly,
I felt its footprint towered towards my heart.
She had dug through the barricades of my ignorance,
And beyond the shades of sentiment - It searched.

For chips of truth; refined or raw,
It had fumbled its cursed fingers through the mesh of my conscience,
As it wrestles its way through me,
I confessed to the awakening of my existence.

From whence indeed had my soul been called;
And upon which light does it source its shine,
Where would it go if nature lames its will,
Where had it been before life gave it form.

What could I have been if I hadn't been man;
How would I have felt if my soul rests in the sea,
Would the sea tide forever sweep my feet;
Or would it rather be homelier than land.

To what end is living at natures expense;
When anthropogenic aids spites her abundance,
Through where indeed had the dead traversed;
What had happened to the lives they had.

How about these shells they abandoned in morgues;
Would they, per chance, ‘re-transit' lives' path.
As humans - re-incarnated or as Angels - reformed;
As insects, as plants, as animals or gods.

Does living end when life is gone;
Or would there be a chance to live as celestial beings.
Would a time be when mans' flesh would char;
In burning flames of sulphur and brimestone.