My god

Waking up in the morning, as if I was searching for my own breath in a pool of water, I never forget to do my therapy.
It's a quarter past six, and the water is steaming.
It only compresses against the rectangular shaped mirror that I've looked in for over sixteen years.
As I remind myself to do my daily therapy, I breathe in and I breathe out.
Gasping for the air that was wasted into that deep end.

I can't use this "redo" button any longer.
If the button is meant to fall off the coat, then there's no need to replace it.
Just breathing in, and breathing out.
Wiping the residue, I see that this sixteen year old mirror has reflected a lady.
A lady of charm and ignorance.
But there's no need to gasp for so much air any longer.

I've done my therapy, and the reflection has shone all it sees.
I lady of mistakes and fine qualities.
I've done all my breathing, and it was fine at the moment.
But, there's a time in life when you let go of everything.

So be it

If I breathe in, will I remain this way?
Same ol' lungs through out the day.
Maybe if I sleep for an hour more,
Turn out the lights.
I have awaken, my bones are sore.
Turn on the lights.
My cabinet is a treasure chest.
The many bottles to explore.
I'll have a glass when I can't rest.
Maybe just one more.
My clock is always ticking.
At midnight it rings her bell.
I miss my sweetheart, dearly.
At midnight I believe that's her way to tell.
My children are far apart now, living on their own.
And here I am now, in my own zone.
I turn out the lights just once more.
My memories are fading as I enter that door.
I struggle to the mirror and see a hopeless man.
A hopeless man that deserves a second chance.
So be it, if it's my time.
So be it, if I must die.
So be it, if I'm alone.
So be it, I'll eventually know.









This is a poem I wrote a few months back.
It isn't my best, but it really got my eye.