Like A Baby

My world is enflamed

Buildings crumbling, babies crying, sirens wailing

The backdrop looks like a scene from Game of Thrones

The setting is none other than my circumstances, my life, my mind

A battlefield no doubt, and surely I’m running for dear life

Knocking on the door, hands to my knees, panting, as I wait for a response

A bomb is dropped, putting the earth to a spastic convulsion

I bang on the door

No response…

Shrills as high as the sun at noonday pierce through the fog

I frantically drum on the door, still no one responds…

Alas, a crack – the door open all along

Pushing my way through presents a sight to behold.

A sleeping man

I’m talking all cozied up, loud snoring, deep asleep man

My battle scars and dirt smudged face juxtapose his clean shaven, and perfectly chiseled face

Not a wrinkle in his gown, not a crease in his brow, not a tear in his sandal

Beneath his pillow peeps a palm decorated by a nail-sized scar

It’s Him!

The one with the whole world in the palm of his hands, the one they call Messiah, the one I call J

Wait a minute, if He’s slumbering, my world crumbling…?

Tucked in the corner, a queue of soft cushions lay – waiting

Expecting my arrival

I shut the door, leaving a crack

A sweet hum intertwined with rhythmic snores remain now

Two cushions: one underneath my head, one between my knees

My world is enflamed

Buildings crumbling, babies crying, sirens wailing

The backdrop looks like a scene from Game of Thrones

The setting is none other than my circumstances, my life, my mind

A battlefield no doubt, and surely I’m sleeping like a baby

J drooling right beside me

Merry Christmas everyone!

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