Little Short Poems

NIGHTMARE

maybe this is all just a dream.

no. a nightmare. maybe this

is all just a nightmare,

maybe i'll wake up soon

and everything will be back

to normal.

All my friends would be back,

my bestfriend would be gleaming

at me,

my parents never left, and

my life wasn't this miserable.

but who am i kidding?

when my nightmare is actually a reality.

i don't know what to do.

where to go. because this time,

i don't think i see a light

on the east anymore.

I don't think i see a hand to hold anymore.

i don't think i hear a comforting voice anymore.

is life telling me to be on my own?

is life torturing me in little ways to bring me down?

or up?

when i look up at the people

i used to smile with,

i look at their faces,

i see no sunlight shinning.

i only see a dark and cold soul.

What is happening to my life?

the laughter has left me

and the sorrow was left behind.

I look to them and wonder,

what ever happened?

I don't want to speak

for i want my bestfriend

to see it through my heart.

My heart, i can hear it screaming,

deafening my soul.

i can hear it, so loud.

I'm trying to calm it down,

trying to make it believe

something that is not there.

But what's the use?

what's the point?

does it even matter?