Am I Awake? Poem by Rickon Chewe

The Sun appears too Bright for this life
Time passes too swiftly for this Time.
The blue painted Sky above seems too real
I am not a Ghost but everything rushes right through me.
Pain, Love, Lust, all Deny me a Touch.

With a Pinch upon my skin I attempt to thin some sensation of reality to my senses.
My mind wandering in the chambers of my wondered mind,
staggering in its quest to find amusements of reality in the Museums of my heart.
The more focused, the blur, the more distorted it becomes
to distinguish the distinguishing Factor between Dream and reality
slowly but surely my Sanity is losing its gravity.

You see
In My Sleep, the world seems more live.
It Rains in Pours, sunshine shines.
In the world behind the windows of these eyes, I breathe, am alive
in it I can die, never returning to life but in its own way forever immortalized.
In my dreams I cannot not fly
but still I remain a stranger to bounds of gravity.
In my dreams my Dreams are dreams nightmares are nightmares
but here, see here, Nightmares are Reality and dreams come true.
Heavy thoughts for a light hearted, with frenetic pressure upon my soul
I fail but ask my former self, ‘Am I stuck in some alternate Reality? ’

Or wait..
Maybe in my ventures as child I've died in the adventures.
It could bet that, that burning bush we lit in its blaze maybe did set me alight,
Or am I still stuck between the Screams and the Tears that shouted in echo of her labor room eyes? .
Am I yet to be born? Am I the Barry Allen of this world?
Or Will all this just Be shades In Fades of faded Memory?
What if right is left and left is right?
What if sanity wasn’t sane and that the mad man wasn’t insane?
Could it be that we only happy because for some undeniable unknown reason we sad
Because sometimes when am feeling down to earth I know I know am to space
But really, am I?

Maybe I have been declared mentally ill
And earth happens to be the institutions I have been sent to
Like snow white I could be in a coffin of glass asleep still
Because I've wished to die, so it could be that maybe my wish was granted and indeed am dead.
Or Perhaps I was hit by a vehicle and like souls that never pass on
I drift in the land of dreams laid afloat in Comas Bed.

I wish to be dead if am alive
I wish to be alive if am dead.
But even then
Will I be awake?