~ Finding An Old Wooden Bench ~

I woke up to another morning

or rather I was awake 

till the breaking of dawn, 

Oh but what is 

awakening,

If I may think

though the mind is filled

with loud piercing sounds,

sirens and screams

and the eyes filled 

with flowing red and flowing 

black and flying debris

who can think of sleeping?

If I could find and reach

an old wooden bench

in a garden peaceful

or by a silent empty 

roadside lined  shaded

with Çinar

and I could feel safe

in lonely comfort

 Whose bench is this?

who placed it here?

who was so kind?

who cared for the old?

But still if I find 

would I be able to

sit awhile awaiting the

closure of my laden eyes

for long awake on foamy floor

fearing the crashing of the door

with all the floods storms

and earthquakes I know

the Beast is somewhere near

and so

I cannot think of sleeping

am I awake to the Truth?

Could someone tell me 

If I do find

on an old wooden bench

what is real awakening?