poetry of life

this work is a form of self healing

SWALLOWING HARD


sippin slow,
swollowing hard.
feeling the coldness
make it's way towards
my stomach down below.

my stomach turns and flips
as the cold liquids
rush inside,spilling the poison
into my viens,into my blood..

my blood begins to boil
out of control
pumping to my heart.
rushing to my brain...

my heart stops beating
my brain begins to die
im no longer breathing
i lay in coldness
as the doctors try.

im watching from above
as i hear the doctors
scream breath dam it.


my heart begins to pump
my brian seems to be alive.
my eyes begin to open
as my mouth gasps for air..


i look above into the eyes
that saved me,asking why
did you bring me back
i was ment to die..

the doctor responds
your dam lucky to
be alive, i laugh
and say maybe another time...