A Knock Breaks My Trance...

My grave lies open,

As the crows hum a tune,

My ashes lie awake

And I ponder- Should I sleep?

The streets bustle with marketers,

They eye me from the corner,

As I lie on the bed again

A knock breaks my trance.

As he washes the blood,

A tear strolls down,

My hands tremble with pain,

Something lets go deep inside.

I hum a tune long lost,

As the steps drown away,

You gave me no reason to stay,

And, the grave still lies open.

The walls are closing in on me,

I feel distant trumpets blowing,

Even as I dance around,

My fingers now numb away.

A faint murmur breaks my trance,

I run my hands about the cot,

This plight seems almost fortunate

But, the crows keep singing.

The picture on the wall smiles at me,

I pass a checking glance around,

The lecterns are all empty now,

And the joker just moves around.

I shift from side to side,

Yet, the pain submerges never again

As I close my eyes to dream,

A knock breaks my trance.

“An angel has been raped”

Cries the pageboy below,

“Why now?” I smile to myself,

And again, the knock breaks my trance.