I turn my face away.

I turn my face away.

A Poem by AC Cheatwood

I turn my face away.
This thing is far too real.
I can feel it all over my being.
As if it is me, and I am nowhere to be found.
I can't hear anything else.
I can't think about anything but it.
Why am I consumed with this haunting?
But I'm afraid to let go.
Without this, we'll be nothing.
Just a sore memory left to be uncovered in the years to come.
What can I do to end this?
The pain, I mean.
Is there a way to make you stop?
Is there a way to make you start?
Because you haven't done either.
You can't stop without first starting.
But you just sit there.
You don't answer when I try to talk.
Just please talk to me.
That's all I need.
That's all we need.

Oh, please don't build up a wall between us.

© 2011 AC Cheatwood

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Added on June 3, 2010
Last Updated on April 14, 2011


AC Cheatwood
AC Cheatwood


I'm 19 I mainly write poetry, but I'm getting more into short stories. I'm a pretty happy person. That's about it. more..