i close my eyes and watch death in the half light
she loiters at the end of bed
i struggle to make eye contact
my breath is shallow today
i wake later as the sun warm my bones, the air
my lungs fill and death has left building.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
i close my eyes and watch death in the half light
she loiters at the end of bed
i struggle to make eye contact
my breath is shallow today
i wake later as the sun warm my bones, the air
my lungs fill and death has left building.
Waking up is hard. (I read this to be about the struggle to wake up after a hard sleep.)
I love, in particular, the way you speak of your breath in this poem. Shallow and new.