George Aul Poet Prose

Wake Me

The flow of red is everywhere,
broken, shattered bones and dreams
on the drenched ground,
noise, confusion, tears blend together 
in a symphony of sorrow.
What happened?
Where the hell am I?
Cold is all around me,
no pain, no sense of being.
Where did it all go so wrong?
Darkness is descending over me,
No, No, No!
It can't be, it can't be happening
not this way, not now, not me.
No, NO, NOOOO!
Why can't anyone hear me?
Damn all of you!

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Dan Cwiak September 30, 2015 at 11:21 AM Nicely written and flow. I don't think too many people understand the depth of feeling and courage it takes to write something like this. Stay courageous !! George Aul October 1, 2015 at 2:51 PM Thanks, but this is not autobiographical......... George