Poetry

Nothing Seems As It Is

You look at your hands

You feel your face

it feels the same

But something feels out of place.

You walk through the halls of your house,

they look the same,

yet they don’t feel the same.

You look at the ceiling

it looks the same but its lights are off,

you realize that your in the dark,

you feel cold.

You don’t remember feeling cold but it's all it seems you ever feel now.

You try to think back to a time when there was light in your world,

a time when you smiled instead of frowned,

a time when you felt warm and good.

But there’s no warmth or good to be found,

all that remains is you standing in the dark.

In the cold embrace of the ever growing darkness,

that now is your world.

By Jeancarlo Chajon