Awake Poem by Christopher Montalvo

(Inspiration: Max Payne)

Enemies lurk in between the shadows,
Numbers grow behind every window and corridor,
Deadly intentions radiate with every footstep,
Trigger happy soldiers plagued with sorrow,
Making sure that before the sun rises,
I won't live to a see a better tomorrow.

Reality shook me alive from my precious fantasy,
Hell creates a snowing backdrop,
The bone-chilling breeze from the rigid snow,
Instills everlasting fear and doubt.
New York streets fueled in corruption,
With my wife and child as victims,
No drug can wash away the pain,
Deeply rooted in my sub-conscious,
Mind and heart torn in two opposing directions,
My tragic version of The American Dream.

These voices screaming in my head,
Demons demand to witness bloodshed,
My life is hanging by a thread,
Now with nothing left unsaid,
It's time to prepare my deathbed.

Gun clutched tightly to my heart,
Bullets, my new lord and savior,
But I knew that from the start,
I would beg upon this alter,
For the strength to persevere,
The inevitable knock on my door,
No longer could it be ignored,
Time to face my enemies,
No surreal rescue,
No magic exit,
But I am awake.