Wilma Neels Poet Free verse

'my Nightmare'

I walked around for hours
hoping it was a dream 
that my life will go back to normal 
as soon as I open my eyes

I could feel them looking at me
with pity on their faces

damn don't they know I don't need it 
it is just a dream 
can't they see the smog?

Vision so hazy it can only be a dream 

the maze just has no ending 
I need to get away 
away from all the shadows 
away from yesterday 

what is that thing about
if you wish hard enough 
it will come true 

I wonder if I wish to start things over
will she still be next to me?

I still see her face
all cut up 
guess it's not a dream 
I can see it all so clear

damn I wish I took her with the car 
that day 
instead of her going by train

please God, please 
can we go back? 
can we go back to yesterday? 

When her laughter made me laugh 
when her touch made me feel all warm inside
with just a simple touch I knew that I was home

damn I wish this was a dream 
that she could walk through our front door.. 

Our house no longer a home 
just an empty space 
her footsteps has gone quiet 

they say it will get easier
when,  please tell me when?

this aching need to have her close by - 

 will be a distant dream

I’m tired, 
so very tired
of putting up a brave face 
when I know she's watching me 
just crumbling away

damn I wish this was a dream 
and she would wake me up 

with the words - 

"Honey, 
 I brought you, your morning cuppa"


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*I initially wrote this from a guy's
perspective for a contest which required 
us to use a pseudonym :)* 

Written by Wilma Neels

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Poet Destroyer A December 19, 2011 at 11:26 PM Wilma, a late~ congratulations on your wonderful win. In my "you pick a poem contest" ;-) Thank you for the support,.hope you are enjoying your holidays~.p.d.

Carol Sunshine Brown December 19, 2011 at 5:30 AM Congratulations on your super win in P.D.'s "It's Up To You" contest Wilma. Love, Carol

Kash Poet December 18, 2011 at 3:20 AM Loved it Wilma.Congrats on your win.

Gwendolen Song December 18, 2011 at 2:58 AM Such strong emotions...I felt it drenching each and every line...u wrote superbly, Wilma...aren't u glad to hear Nikko is okay? phew. Blessed. Gwendolen

Andrea Dietrich December 18, 2011 at 12:04 AM well, I don't know if it won in the first contest you had it in, but at least it won this time. WEll deserved win, my friend. I remembered this one from before. LUv, Andrea

Bob Quigley December 17, 2011 at 2:28 PM A beautiful story well told Wilma. Congratulations on your win

Richard Pickett September 6, 2011 at 7:45 PM My Dear Wilma, You do have the heart of a poet, You read like a book, as well you should,, However, I should like to see you render a Pantoum, A challenge perhaps, you pick the subject. In return I shall write a reverse Pantoum... Ahh I am licking my lips in anticipation, On Guard! God Bless....The Original ....Taz

Black Eyed Susan September 4, 2011 at 2:48 PM so sad. i hope this is not a true story. love the ending - someting so routine is so powerful :)

Gwendolen Song August 30, 2011 at 9:07 AM I'm with Elisabeth on this write...it does invade my heart with sorrow. Your heart pains are so real in this entry. I too wish this were just a dream. Gwendolen

Poet Destroyer A August 30, 2011 at 12:37 AM amaze with no ending... well it seems as if tiredness can bring lots more than putting up with things... i don't get the ending... JAY FRANCIS... that is another poet here... just wondering,..p.d.

Nette Onclaud August 29, 2011 at 12:41 PM ih what a poignantl scribed piece, wilms... ahahh! jay francis... which means??, lol.. beautful with winning wishes for tiramasu;s contest.. huggs, nette

Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2011 at 10:38 PM An interesting sad tale, Wilma, to fool our mistress of angst free verse poetry. I wonder if she can guess who is writing the poems.It will be fun to see which ones she chooses. I didn't even attempt one. but yours is cool and I hope it places.Luv, andrea

Elizabeth Wesley August 28, 2011 at 10:11 PM A lot of sadness and angst in your veerse Wilma and the story invades the mind with your sorrow. Well done

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 28, 2011 at 7:06 PM wow Wilma this is utterly phenomenal write my friend.. mesmerizing lines .. I could not stop focusing on the next line.. awesome piece..one of the very best from u my friend... good luck if for any contest.. winning wonder..luv..

Carolyn Devonshire August 28, 2011 at 5:05 PM As I was reading this, I was thinking this seems out of character for Wilma. But I read on because I was captivated by the desperation and loneliness that was expressed. Please tell Jay how much I love this poem. We can wish all we want, but sometimes wishes don't come true. And when we lose someone we love like this, we are left to deal with the haze and "what ifs" for the rest of our lives. Awesome poem! Love, Carolyn