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Dec 2013
Walking, talking, thinking…….
Streaming information to myself, detached from the now.
Hoping, fantasizing, imagining, the possibilities…..
Floating above the clouds in artificial ecstasy.
Rain drops fall on my head, slowly but increasing in frequency.
Back to reality, back to melancholy.
The clouds above me swallow all the light,
Time for the nightmares……
The children appear.
The children with dark, cold eyes gaze into me.
Just two at first, just in front of me…..
They grow in number, and power.
Overtaking, gasping, I fall to my knees.
Can’t breathe, can’t see inside my mind.
They surround me; they begin to absorb me…..
My body starts to leave me, my consciousness weakening.
Veins burst out as I fight to regain control……
Relentless, the children’s gaze takes hold of my soul.
Holding onto nothing, retreating, submission crosses my mind……
But not this time, not again.
Never again….
I regain focus; find my grip in the pouring rain.
Back on my feet running through the crowds of gazing darkness….
Pure resolve, absolute control, I spot a ray of light in the distance.
They try to hold me back, grab hold of my legs…….
But I break free…….
Reaching the sliver of light,
Guarded heavily…..
Held back by many……
I break through.
Free.
Back to my sunny dreams.
Rick Smerglia
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