As trying to sleep turns impossible,
and struggling to take the next breath overpowers
the terrorism of knowing it may be my last,
I fall asleep for moments 'til fear of asyphyxia
forces my waking anew to the terror of knowing
I could have been dead
and if I fall asleep again I may be,
as well as the twist that
there's nothing I can do about any of it.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
As trying to sleep turns impossible,
and struggling to take the next breath overpowers
the terrorism of knowing it may be my last,
I fall asleep for moments 'til fear of asyphyxia
forces my waking anew to the terror of knowing
I could have been dead
and if I fall asleep again I may be,
as well as the twist that
there's nothing I can do about any of it.
If you don't find the joy in the poem, maybe it's not there; yet, I was at least at it's gate :) reality
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