Awakened – By Eric P. Martin

I have awakened

From a deep somber sleep

And the alarm is still singing

Ten thousand voices are calling my name

For fear that I will fall asleep again

What was it that I swallowed?

It must have been that bullshit you were feeding me

But my eyes are wide open now

And my nostrils are as large as

Metropolitan sewer plates

Taking in the foul stench that you still leave behind

Every time your lips part

I am not a reflection of your negative image

But of a more positive one created

by me

As my worthiness has been located

In the place that you never thought I would find

Within

Close enough that allows you to continue

To medicate the masses

I have discovered my own voice

And it leaves behind a much desirable scent

That people can comfortable bear

And even embrace

Because truth has much great value

And is much easier

 for children to swallow

Drawn to that rainbow horizon line

That sparkles and glitters in a distance

I begin to walk

Boldly

Following the multitude of footsteps

Which are imprinted in the sands of now time

Like a brigade of walking soldiers

And I must now wake the other sleeping souls

Who were fed the same bullshit

Who continue to sleep in the same fetal position

Yes, I have awakened

To the sound of ten thousand voices calling my name