Sog Poem by Twiggy C. Tubercio

it took a while to realize you were dead
dreams of confusion circulating in your head
sad times, pick pocket in your home

sitting quietly or standing drone
recognizing games played too long ago
dead for a second and nothing to show

wishing to disinegrate, knowing the outcome
keeping up the stupid, my wish was dumb

COMPLETELY DEAD

not a single emotion
dont know what to feel
or what im feeling

dont know if im dying
or if im healing
if im dying

dying filthy
if im healing
then im going to die healthy