The Sleeper

The long held silence was at last broken,
From the depths of slumber the sleeper was awoken.
Was it just another passing phase?
One that would end in a matter of days?
He didn't know and couldn't be quite sure,
Things like this he remembered, he had seen before.
Remembered them so vividly though it had been some time,
It was hard, getting his life back on line.
Couldn't risk another break,
He didn't know how much more he could take.
Lifelessness had once been a way of life for him,
When he hadn't cared what the next day would bring.
The all to familiar feeling of pain,
The hurt that comes from falling again and again.
He was a failure, there was no doubt,
Somethings he just had to learn to live without.
The touch of a hand. The smile on a face,
Instead all he got was resignation and disgrace.
He didn't care anymore, he had become numb,
Speaking only in thoughts of the dumb.
The noise had grown to a steady rythm,
Evoking all these feelings from deep within him.
Another one trying to take the stand,
Another one, too far from his outstreched hand.
It won't change. How can it?
Things wouldn't seem right otherwise. Things wouldn't fit.
I remember my darling. Oh how I remeber,
Asking myself over and over, "Why...why can't we be together?".
A futile task, no doubt, fitting for the likes of me,
The one who keeps dreaming of the things that can never be.
The noise is gone. The herd has passed,
Back to the comfortable silence at long last.