Maybe it's a dream,

Maybe nothing else is real,

But it wouldn't mean a thing

If I tell you how I feel.

So I'm tired of all the pain,

Of the misery, my plight,

And I wish that I could live,

Feeling nothing in the night.

Am I hurting? Am I sad?

Should I stay or should I go?

I've forgotten how to tell.

Did I ever even know?

If I make another move,

There'll be no more turning back,

Because everything will change,

And it all will fade to black.

Will tomorrow ever come?

Will I make it through the night?

Will there ever be a place,

For the broken in the light?

Can I take another step?

I've done everything I can.

All the people that I see,

They will never understand.

You can tell me what to say,

You can tell me where to go,

But I doubt that I would care,

And my heart would never know.

But if I find a way to change,

If I step into the light,

Then I'll never be the same,

And it will all fade to white.

Okay, so I feel like this needs some explanation. You might be wondering what I, someone that never writes poetry and hates to do so, is doing posting a poem. Well, as you may know I'm taking a writing class. One of the assignments was to write a poem and submit it to this place called poetic power for a contest. So write I did. Fast forward three months, I check my email to see that they had contacted me, stating that I won. Shock, awe, surprise, these are all emotions that I felt. Also, confused. Me, someone that wanted to write a novel, having their poetry published? Beyond that, a piece of poetry I didn't personally like? Something about it didn't sit right. Nonetheless, I gave my permission for them to publish it, after all you don't pass up a chance like that. I suppose I'm happy I submitted the poem, but it's a let-down as well. Anyway, I hope that maybe you enjoyed it. Probably the first and last poem I will ever post.

-Nicky~