In the midst of this dying race,
One doubts none but one’s own rage.
Lost in a way that no one can relate,
The mind that scorns its own cruel fate.
Hey! don’t be desperate,
This too shall abate,
Once you find the gate
To the light that'll change your fate.
Awake, My friend, Awake!
It is an essence to bind the faith
When all seems to fade.
In this world, full of plague,
You shall face the fate.
My friend, Awake...
For this shall slowly fade,
And I shall no more wait.
My first poem, Awake, was written during the COVID-19 lockdown, a moment of stillness that turned into a voice I hadn’t used before. I’m not here for attention, just expression. If my words resonate with you, I’m grateful they found a place to land.