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Mar 2018
Thought I had woken up
I felt my extremities and
Rubbed my eyes but something
Weird and worrying remained
This time I thought I'm going
To make sure I'm awake
Alive and breathing in
Out I slowly took deep gasps of air full of smoke from my pipe
Coughed a bit and thoughts
Took over how better to comprehend reallife and
All her mysteries.
This is surely not death.
No cannot be.
I'm still prescient.
And seeking answers which if I had passed would worry me no more.  It seems at last I've  killed
That last brain cell and now will spend eternity in limbo.
Neither alive or dead just awaiting someone to revive me.
Oh yeah. I recalled.
As I looked in the mirror
And saw.
That is just what
I've been doing.
All these years.
wordvango
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