CALMNESS IN THE FACE OF DEATH
The food is stuck in my throat I can't breathe
On my own, alone, a way out I can't see
Trying to swallow but the food isn't going down
This is the end, the way I'm going to die
I'm not sad, a tear isn't falling from my eye
I'm staying calm and I'm starting to see spots
Waiting for the moment until my heart slows and stops
With one last chance I exhaled and the food came out
The sweet air entered me as I breathed in and out
I sit down stunned, thinking of what could have been
Just like that, my life was about to end
And to think, I would have died cold and alone
Like I thought I would in my lonely home.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone
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