I have slept

I have slept.
deep and troubled.
disturbed
by the occasional false alarm
and flare that illuminates the room
with a fraudulent dawn,
mocking the sun.

I have slept.
dreams invaded
so that my heart
might be paraded as a trophy kill.
in a triumph for the glory of Rome,
before the execution,
the price of trust.

I have slept.
and in that sleep
have found that the world
spins regardless of my attention or intentions.
for I was not made to be more than one man,
looking for the truth
in earnest hearts.

I wonder if it is morning, yet.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.