Last Breath

At the moment of death

Photo by Bret Kavanaugh on Unsplash

They’ve pulled the cord from its socket
so tomorrow is no longer certain.
Sure, I’ve been here before, but
the darkness is eerily foreign to me, and,
anyhow, I don’t think I believe it.

Curtains closing, credits rolling, here I go,
into the land of forgotten dreams, where
all eyes remain closed to future possibilities.