Blank

5:00 AM : still breathing 

My consciousness making sounds, 
I can explain them, 
But do I want to? 

All vivid and lucid as it may seem, 
A tap on the door, 
I am alone, 
Am I?  

5:15 AM : still breathing 

In the body,
Afflicted with agony, 
The mind paces
its cage.

These ancient feelings, 
Run deep to the core, 
I merely a vessel, 
Waiting to open 
Its door.

5:25 AM : breathing still

The door, ajar,
anticipating,
A movement,  a life
Anything. 

And this 
Blank sheet of paper, 
Barely existing,
In this chaos.  

5:31 AM : Breathing 

Am I still?

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