The Wake

the wake surprised me
like death does the thief,
like hunger to the poor
the wake attacked me.
and on my feet I allayed
the reasons for surrender,
confessions of the blind,
and on my feet I prayed.
Standing, just there,
just as still as the breeze
the wake took my skin,
tinted red covering layers.
the wake brought hope
the encouragement
excuses for breathing
but no peaceful thoughts.
the wake was tough
the sunrise bloody.
dawn of merciful torture,
of charm, of pain,
of everyday living.