I awake, in the cold brisk mornings so typical of New York.
Sometimes, the mornings are colder than others.
As I walk out my door, I wonder, if today would be the day I left this world.
I find it hard to trust people, because reason said I should've died 3 years ago.
I wonder if I can make my life better, or be stuck in this nightmare.
Walking down the street, I wonder, " Will I lose my dignity, will someone care?"
"When will I wake up from this nightmare?"
If it had not be for the support for my friends, I would've given up a long time ago.
I try to get warm, but it just seems to be getting colder.
Life in NYC just isn't like it used to be. It is one nightmare after another.
Muggings, landlords, RENT, and this forsaken disease.
Will I ever wake from this nightmare?
Will it ever end? Have I lost my dignity? I wish I knew.
Does anyone out there even care?
Don't be too critical, it's hard writing a poem with the song that inspired it is playing in your ears!
Comments
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You captured the song nicely. You see, "Will I?" is such a straight forward song, and it doesn't necessarely have to be because of the AIDS they were living with that got the song started. I love how you also incorporated a bit of "No Day But Today" in your piece to. However, judging this poetically, which is supposed to be part of my job for this contest too, I would say that this could use alot more metaphor and imagery. Show us, don't tell us ! What nightmare is it? Was there any dignity, if it's being lost so fast? But you captured the songs essecence and meaning nicely in this piece. Good job and good luck in the contest.
Josh
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