Waking Up
could this be a dream?
though im sure im awake
im too hot to be cold
im a genuine fake
im alive and im dead
but my breathing wont stop
i was flying so high
its been such a long drop
im naively experienced
and my walk is a run
ive found that im lost
life began and was done
this brief moment of infinity
is so intricately plain
now that ive got it all together
i feel im going insane
im educated and ignorant
making less out of more
running swiftly behind
just to even the score
im so differently similar
in this crowd all alone
so confused by clear thinking
in my soft heart of stone
im in first place as im losing
in this race standing still
climbing higher on down
falling further uphill
ive been faithfully hopeless
through these bright darkened days
speeding behind the ahead
getting rich with no pay
do i question the answers?
and let go t o hold on?
growing stronger with weakness
standing apart to belong
my sure thing seems risky
i must so gently be bold
through this death i call life
im too young to be old
should i silently scream
in this poor land of kings?
succeding to fail
blindly seeing all things
being sane makes me crazy
closing my eyes while i stare
being simply complicated
breathing deep with no air
i must doubt the beliefs
i have purged into my soul
broadly narrowing the scars
giving and taking their toll
im creating destroyed feelings
running fast to nowhere
always praying as i sin
passionately having no cares
will i remember to forget
the past thats right now?
im guessing it is certain
without a clue il know how
the memories i wont think of
will remain vividly unclear
as i struggle to give in
bravely living in fear
may god chain me to freedom
in my battle for peace
as i stagger the straight line
hoping my pain begins to cease
Copyright © Sonya Mcalpin | Year Posted 2011
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