Michael P. Morin

Bad Words Michael P. Morin

Unprepared Black night moonlight It filters through the lifeless trees A falling star skids across The sky a soul crashing An angel falling eternity Awaiting & still I am Unprepared to die as if I could outlive this world These words stay conscious Until the entropy of time Finally inevitably expires I feel my heart beat Through a vein in my neck Seemingly constant the faithful Muscle that will keep on Throbbing forever or until I sleep night is eternal When lying in bed I contemplate Every moment of my life The moments I have left & I cannot imagine not living Cannot conceive the concept Of going to sleep never to awake All I know is I'm still breathing The moon has moved a quarter Turn across the sky & It is late