
Is this ending?
Am I sleeping?
I’m rearranging.
It’s exciting.
. . .
“What I’m feeling?
‘Course I’m reeling.”
A stretch for ceiling.
“Well, I’m leaving.”
. . .
Turn the key ring
Belt is squealing
but I’m breathing.
Heart’s alive and I’m breathing.

Is this ending?
Am I sleeping?
I’m rearranging.
It’s exciting.
. . .
“What I’m feeling?
‘Course I’m reeling.”
A stretch for ceiling.
“Well, I’m leaving.”
. . .
Turn the key ring
Belt is squealing
but I’m breathing.
Heart’s alive and I’m breathing.
Tags: poem, Poems, Poetry, Reflections
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