Poems

Wide awake

Fire burnt.

So hot, it was white.

You couldn't feel it, because you'd burned up.

You could feel it slowly gnawing at your soul too.

Every fibre of your being, gone in an instant.

You couldn't feel.

You couldn't move.

Immobilized.

Stuck.

Distraught.

Disgusted.

Abused.

Spat on.

Kicked to the gutter.

Mistreated.

The pain.

You couldn't feel it.

But it was there.

Putting a nail in your coffin.

That nail dug deep.

Deeper than anything you'd ever felt.

It stretched beyond your being.

Penetrating your soul.

I cant move.

Help.

I'm stuck.

I cant hear anything.

I'm blinded.

Winded.

I cant move.

Help me.

Help.

Please.

I'm begging.

With my soul, I beg.

I plead.

I cant break it with words.

I must go on.

I must.

Please.

Stop.

Put an end to it.

I ask of your forgiveness.

Please.

Is it too much to ask?

I think so.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I let you down.

It burns.

It hurts.

Its excruciating.

I cant bare it.

Why?

I'm falling.

Descending.

And its a crash landing.

I'm not sleeping.

Oh no no.

It cant be that way.

I couldn't feel a thing. 

Not a single emotion.

Others laughed, while I faked it.

Others cried, while I cried like a crocodile.

Others smiled, while I made a camera face.

Others loved, while I tried.

Others felt, while I died.

Others fought, while I spied.

All I did was play.

Play away.

Play, and act gay.

I was only a small cookie on a large tray.

I was a single book in a student's tray.

I was the ditch in the clay.

I was the one who didn't fray.

I was the one who would never, ever play.

I was a piece of straw in the hay.

And the horses could only neigh as they chowed.

I'm nothing.

And I'm wide awake.

Its a reality.

Nate Sharks.