I feel
As if
My lungs are filling
With heavier air
Than before.
I feel
As if
My heart beats
Slower
s  l  o  w  e  r
Every moment
I think about
This past
This . . . time
That is behind me
But still surrounding my soul.
Not bad
But not good.
I want. . .
I need. . .
I do want to say
Something.
Anything.
But the words
Are halting and stumbling
So
As always
I'll say
Nothing
Whatsoever.