How it Ends
I saw my death foretold last night.
unless
a heart attack,
or a stroke
or cancer
gets me first.
I dreamed
I was leaning up against a building
gasping;
fighting for air,
The COPD strangling
every breath.
It woke me up.
I lay there at midnight
frightened,
afraid to go back to sleep.
breathing...
in
and out
in
and out.
16 March 2010
I actually had this dream last night and versifying was my way of processing it. In reality if I die of my COPD it will probably be in a hospital bed on oxygen.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
