Wake And Smile Poem by Jessie J. Rivera

I am choking on the thick air, let in by a screenless window.
I fight back, at the imaginary scratch, at the back of my throat.
Holding back sense of pride, that my mind will get the best of me tonight.
It will show me many ways I might die, in just the four hours, it gives me to rest.
Not to mention, those four hours get interrupted, by my wake and smile, as I laugh at the foolish ways I pass.
A mind so haunting it causes me to write every empty emotion with a hope of connection to the rest of the earth.
Maybe, she will save me a special spot to mark my grave.
To many days I have seen appear, without witness to a sunrise, waiting for my eyes to shut themselves.
So these bitter pills just drag my days, and leave my voice, in a slow slurred stutter.
Lips collapse, as I will not speak, rather be left in silence.
Let my mind stop to think, and not make words to impress.
Now choking on a pill, hope it finds it peace.