Where Am I?

By Marcus Jones

I don't know where, or how far

There's no direction to find

I don't know where during stars

I feel as though I'm blind

This unconsciousness claimed a full day

Where did the time go?

Today, I wandered awake

Still felt, my eyes were closed

This unconsciousness is unknown

An enigma of some kind

I can't seem to find my home

Is something wrong with my mind?

My rest in solitude

My current roaming, he said

My soul split, separated

He's the cousin of dead

I have a connection with this pond

I visioned my kids while sitting here

That I can't seem to find

They seem to have disappeared

Where are they?! Goodness, where?!

I want to touch them, kiss them!

I want to talk to them!, he shouts

I want to be with them!

They were a part of my heart

Like a painter and his art

They were a part of my life

In the daytime and, at night

I can't find my wife either

My love, soulmate, my keep

Often, nobody's around

And I'm walking while I'm asleep

I see people there and there

But me, they don't seem to see

The same it's been for days

The same for over a week

Jacob, whom I've spoken with, is coming

I always see him in town

His depressed look saddens me

Something seems to have him bound

Jacob once saved my child's life

In tears, I yelled, “please someone!”

The car, the blood, his bike

I still see the other kid run from

I'm gonna make these streets safer

I just need support, he pleaded

He achieved it and got cheers

It was something the town needed

Jacob and I, climbed a mountain

He invited me to go

The view was captivating

It was, definitely, something to show

Jacob stands here in tears

Tears looking unbearable

Like something heavy happened

Something that was terrible

Jacob said, I'm sorry

I love you John, my friend

Go back over to the mountain

Where we climbed, then

Jacob walked away and vanished

Where am I? Aren't I asleep?

The mountain stands before John

Very big, wide and steep

He looked to the mountain's towering top

Two bodies were falling down

John stepped to the side

And they hit the ground, unsound

My dear God, that's me

That's me and Jacob, he said

I remember now, we both fell

I'm not alive, I'm dead

John's wife sat the picture of them and their kids on the mantle; where it's been sitting for nine years. The picture of the four of them at the beautiful pond they always went to, where she and John liked to lay on the grass. 

There on the mantle, the twelve inch framed picture sits. While she was staring at it, it moved. She stood up and said, John?....

By Marcus Jones