Still Life

Still Life

I was putting thoughts down on a page and found myself alive.

Astonished at my fate, I dropped my pen to cry.

Thinking I was gone so many years ago,

Imagine my surprise when I found there was still life.

Exploding into metal and lying on the ground.

My only hope was prayer and I didn’t have the time.

Waking on the journey, a peaceful breath I took,

Then moving back to death, I fell for years to now.

So every waking thought and each amazing breath,

Were figments of my life and clouds before my eyes.

Each seasoned tear and breaking heart,

Only wishes to a child.

I lay there on the road the sirens fading in

Surrounded by the world and cradled in its peace.

That one moment, that short night,

The only real existence,

The last day of my life

JKF

4/14/13