No more lying in state… waiting, always.
Trapped by the mind,
A never-ending procession.
Circling by… glancing down on the body apart from the mind.
“Wake up!”, I yell.
Lying in state,
A prison… a cave… a road leading to nowhere.
Slowly at first,
the eyes open — blinking,
the heart beats — steady,
the breath comes — in, out,
Stepping over the trap door.
Tired of waving the arms,
Whispering, “see me, or don’t”.
The quiet rejection of a smile,
The quiet smirk finds its mark,
The quiet kills.
Squinting and looking to the sky,
Listening for the sound of the beating heart,
Forcing the cold air into the collapsed lungs,
I am not merely alive,
I am no longer lying in state.
Alive, and living.
See me… or don’t.
Photo by Annie Q. Syed