This...Now
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As a sea of darkness enveloped me
I glance back at the things I have lost
Was it even mine in the first place?
Have I truly grasp its presence?
That I can consider it lost.
I have held you in my thoughts
For a brief moment
You have unconsciously existed in my dream.
I tried to decipher the meaning when I awoke.
A smile is all that I can manage as I wonder.
Then just as suddenly, I remember,
Apart from the illusion, a real world exist.
I'm not an organized freak
But hey, I seemed to have lived my life backwards.
And this...now...requires me to rearrange it.
This and now must be done
Or I will never have another chance again.
I would wonder into this world like a lost soul
I would crouch like an old lady with nothing but apathy.
And perhaps a couple of plastic bags in pink, blue and yellow.
I could never let that happen,
I must face some sacrifices now rather than later.
I must build myself on solid ground.
As the splendid sun sets,
So as the gift of life fades into a memory.
In my younger years, (not that I am old) all I'd care about is the
Elation and the theme that goes with it.
But I am no longer as young as I seem to be.
No room for mistakes, I cannot crash.
There is no more time.
You say, I'm stiff, hard as a rock.
I cry, you know but I can't let anyone see it.
I kneel down, cover my face with my pillow
And yell at the top of my lungs,
Careful not to let anyone hear me.
I rock myself like a baby,
In my anguish and despair.
I call upon the name of the One who created me
He answers me...that I am certain.
Once again I am one with the world, like yourself.
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It's a great poem. It's been a while since you were here sheena? Nice to have you back.
This is beautiful...and I am so glad to hear from you on here. Hadn't seen you on here for awhile....great hub!
Am I dead, yet?
I am more than happy to hear from you? How have you been lately? I must visit your page so I'd know. I miss the old days when everybody was so much closer and we all have the time in the world. Never caring about timezones and depriving ourselves with sleep just to be hang around.
Shamel,
It's hardly a poem. I broke all the rules in poetry writing. LOL. I just wanted to put my thoughts into writing. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
Pachuca,
How are you? I've been busy lately. You know how it is when life gets in the way with hubbing. Thanks for the compliment. Check me out in FB, sheenarobins@hotmail.com.
Will add you :)
Very informative and interesting!
sincere lines... and a lot of emotions there.
I like it! "I must build myself on solid ground." Very cool metaphor. I often feel that way myself. I love your thoughtfulness. How are you by the way? I haven't gotten to talk with you in awhile.
Do you know JIM MORRISON ,you got his style.You put a mellody and sing slowly your poem,try it.
















Am I dead, yet? says:
3 months ago
I am glad to see that you are ok, Sheena. Thank you for writing. Thanks for being ok.