Losing grip

13/7/11

"Losing grip"

It's the moments after

When all the lights are out

When there's no one to talk to

No Facebook on which to write stats about

It's the times when I lay in bed

When the pain finally starts to hit

When I'm gasping for air

When I'm losing grip

This thing we call life

Is a god damn precious thing

One minute you're on top of the world

Then death up and takes everything

There's no sounding of alarms

Not a single hint of warning

You simply go to sleep that night

But never wake to another morning

I don't tell a soul

Bout how hard it is to do

To simply pick up a pen

And write a poem for you

My words are that of a child

Squiggly and out of the lines

But when anyone asks how I'm doing

I simply reply with "I'm fine"

I can't write, I can't think

Sometimes I can barely even breathe

These are the things I keep from you

The things nobody sees

Truth is I'm scared

Too scared to go to sleep

I'm slowly losing my grip

Losing my place among humanity

Angela M OBrien

13/7/11