From the shore, I see oblivion
Can’t stop staring at the sun--object fixation
My eyes gone, sleep overtakes me and I am numb.
In the valley, I find my bed
dirt covers my feet; pressure crushes me
Overtaken by panic and dust, I cry
No rest this night, sleep brings anxiety and confusion
Again, I dreamt I died in the valley—cancer, cardiac arrest…
or was it a suicide? It’s different every time.
on the mountain, I am high
Can’t get a full breath, delirium fools me every time and I forget the valley
Peak moment, grandeur and invincibility fill my lungs
but this platform is fragile
It crumbles under pressure-- I fall too quickly
Back to the valley, the dirt again…
Choking, dust, dirt; I am alone and tired
Again, sleep brings no peace
but this platform is fragile
Last time, I lost my heart and bled out.
© Dean A. Klotz