"How are you feeling?"

The kind woman asks.

I have not the heart to tell her

not well.

I'm not bad, no sir,

no dying today.

But I'm hardly satisified

holding a world at bay

that just wants

to overwhelm me.

 

No free verse

doen't count,

no slam poems aren't the same.

 but exceptions if

e.e. cummmings is to blame.

 

No i'm not mad

no I won't cry

but it's not easy

watching time fly by.

Soon school will come

and there'll be debts to pay,

maybe love will find me,

but that's not a consuming flame.

 

no, I find myself here

not because of life's fears,

but because I can't see

the exit sign.

 

If life follows death,

after death ended life,

how am I supposed

to cease living.

 

Just for a beat.

 

Just for a breath.

 

Just until I find a Voice.