Tattered Patient

i took a breath from my open mouth today

i gasped for air

to remind myself i am imbedded in this lifetime

and that a swift illness hasn’t clocked me for death yet 

i feel like i can’t breathe right

i feel like i can’t sit right

i feel like i can’t live right 

right? 

i’m doing it again

i’m holding my breath 

entrapping it inside me

letting it muster up the courage to shut down my body

just for a while

i want to sleep 

so i hold my breath to distract from the words

dancing around in my head

mocking my tired soul

i wish i could make a sound complaint for my own mind 

i’m trapped by the currents of noise my mind meticulously weaves into my consciousness until i’m left sitting here

holding my breath

perpetuating the situation

challenging myself to war