determining person

drifting away
even when i am standing right here,
the weightlessness of my limbs keeps crawling,
eager to close, my eyes struggle to stay open,
roasting yet cold, the organs begin slowing and
minutes go by before i feel my heart beat again,
if i don’t concentrate on breathing i may be
not continuing to do it very much longer,
if there are sounds it seems so far away and
no feeling on my skin even though i wear clothing,
getting cold water in my mouth as if a brand new experience,
playing games in my sight as sleep digs in the claws,
either moving a bit slow or twitchy faster than usual,
reporting nerves are shifty like a barely connected phone line,
seems everything is heavier and
only the light is getting through and i don’t want it to,
now my only goal is to return to you
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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