as I lay dying,
here,
infinities clouding
my thoughts,
each reality
entangled with
the hands which
keep me breathing,
as if determined
to encapture
each life which touches mine,
entrap  every
higher soul
in sorrow

as I lay dying,
here,
the air I breath-
shallow, tainted-
each breath
fills my chest
with hollow air,
spindling into
my shrinking lungs
which beg
for something more

as I lay dying,
here,
waiting for
a shaft
of light to appear,
stream through
what was once a solid
wall,
and lift me up,
carrying me, still,
as we soar through
the pure white clouds
racing through
everything
I ever imagined
the sky could hold

as I lay dying,
here,
sleep eluding me
as it has
for many nights
I wonder
what I’d dream of
if only
I could drift
away

as I lay dying,
here,
fixed in my misery
i wait for something
to lift my spirits,
to reach for my hand
and hold it
as if
I wasn’t made of glass,
but I suppose
my misery
is only to be expelled
by me

as I lay dying,
here,
frightened by the sound
of my own heart beat,
which thunders in my chest,
as if trying to escape,
and though
I wish desperately
for it to slow,
i don’t blame it
in the least

as I lay dying,
here,
I wonder
if I’m even
still
alive

as I lay dying,
I realize,
in a moment
so fleeting
I nearly miss it-
I remember
why it is
that I live.