Anaesthetized

sleeping and staring at the ceiling

having this uneasy feeling

what would the future behold

your soul to the pawnbroker you sold

look out of the window gaze at the sky

reach out to the passerby

with arms outstretched bare your mortal soul

moment of realisation hits you

tells you you are all alone

the passerby was just a gust of wind shifting shapes beneath his hood

his lantern flickering he wouldn't have understood

you're pain your gain are yours alone

then you know nothing can be done,all has to be borne

so you go back to sleeping and staring at the ceiling

and the uneasy feeling wont bother you that evening...