Here I lay.
On the bed where life meets death hoping for an escape,
If only the ground would loosen its grip,
Playback and choose to swallow the man behind the wheel instead.
My dreams would be closer.
I planned for the manufacturing days,
Awaited my radial breath,
I prayed that the brewing warmth in me would gulp down the deluge.
All this for my plant to die in the night.
Here I Lay.
Surrounded by life,
Yet no one goes amok,
No prayers or screams,
Just tears stopped by the green traffic light.
No one holding me tight,
No one singing to ease the pain,
No one trying to save my life,
Almost as though they were watching a bug slowly buzz to death.
Here I Lay,
With more blood on the ground than in my body,
The cold claiming every cell that once worked in me,
The heat burning every cell the cold claimed.
Memories from when I slept on my mother's laps to when I laughed at my father's jokes play in my head,
Just as I close my eyes to seek peace internally,
My ears jerk them open one last time.
The screams get louder.
The image gets closer.
About to witness his father's death.
He bursts through the crowd,
And takes my hand.
Yet Here I Lay,
My son begs me not to leave him.
Begs me not to go to his mother yet.
He begs me not to break my promise.
I wish my mouth would let me say goodbye,
Tell him I will watch over him day and night,
I fight to speak.
I look him in the eyes and tell him everything I have to say,
Shivers run through my body shutting my eyes,
The cold consumes me,
The heat consumes me,
My son shakes me in between his screams-
Yet Here I Lay.