Poems

Unshakable

I felt it.

In the middle of the night.

A contrast.

A switch.

I couldn't shake it.

Like a baby holding onto its mother.

Like a cat holding onto a tree.

But I wasn't the alpha.

Far from it.

An unforgettable sight.

An image burned into my retinas.

A satisfying yet grueling occurrence; but I wasn't pleasured.

I hadn't felt this melancholic; even when a war was lost.

Like a soul ripped from your body.

Like broken keys on a piano.

Like stolen jewelry from a bullion.

My brain turned inside out.

And I couldn't hold on.

It was then, that I told myself, I had lost.

And so it was.

I'd won without knowing.

And I'd shook it without trying.

My urge had halted.

But it was still there.

And on a cold and brisk Autumn night.

I woke in the dead silence to feel it.

By Nate Sharks.