How Does It Feel?

As EVERYONE RUNS fast forward and you’re there running in slow motion, left behind trying to reach out to them, but there’s something pulling you back-how does it feel? Like swimming, a sudden undertow, as if an anchor was chained to your ankles, gasping for breath you struggle and try to reach the surface to have oxygen flow into your lungs. Yet you sink deeper the more you try to reach the surface.

                As you feel the uttermost emotion, love, as it drops like a plate falling onto the floor, shatters and scatters as bits and pieces flung all over. Listen to it collapse to its every foundation which demolishes too, and you are the talk of the town; today’s gossip. How does it feel? Like every natural and man-made disaster all joined together in perfect mayhem to raise havoc on you alone as it broadcasted to the whole world who just sits back and gacks about it.

                As life batters, tortures you immensely and leaves you high and dry, you’re left with absolutely nothing…no one to turn to, to hug and to hold. How does it feel? Like being given a life sentence to rot in prison, cooped up inside your cell. Deprived from all the other joys in life. Nor to be able to run freely with the herd, to group up with the pack or to fly with the flock.

                As you persevere in life just to get a taste of appreciation, to get to sniff that air and feel that warmth. Yet the best you gave wasn’t enough, it wasn’t treasured at all. It was just for the birds. How does it feel? Like the feelings that favorite toy of yours would have. The one that you always played with, stuffed in your bag and brought to school to show off to your friends and basically loved above all other toys you owned. Yet your favorite toy wasn’t your favorite anymore, you soon stashed it away in your closet and pulled it out every now and then when you felt like playing with it.

                As you think your life has

come to an end, even though only

one part of it is ravaged it’s just

completely over. One minute ev-

erything was alright, yet suddenly

life does a 180 on you; throws you

overboard and feeds you to the

sharks. How does it feel? Like lying

in your bed at night trying to sleep

away the feeling of sinking in an

ocean of depression and anguish.

You close your eyes slowly yet

Abruptly open them again due to

Gasping, sniffing, and sobbing and

You say to yourself amidst all of

That, “I shall wake up tomorrow,

See this all as a bad dream, and ev-

erything will be alright.”