as I lay there dying
here I am again
back in my lonely room
focused on nothing but my breathing
deep & easy
like I’ve done all my life
if only I could breathe like this
in my sleep
but my demons won’t allow it
won’t take no for an answer
won’t take yes either
as if to say you have no choice
we’ll do as we please
sometimes I awaken in the morning
not remembering a thing
a slight breeze from the window
refreshing my memory
a reminder of faces once in my life
as I lay there dying [again]
trying to remember their names
july two thousand twenty-four
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