lungs

Here’s where I laid,

I laid here for days.

My lungs not expanding,

My lungs not contracting.

My body not dead,

My lungs only acting.

Still as can be,

Not relaxed, just empty.

No air coming in,

No air going out.

The room full of silence,

Not a whisper, not a shout.

I laid here for years,

Trapped without tears.

No feelings to feel,

Where they went I don’t know,

Perhaps with my tears,

Forced deep down below. 

Maybe stuck in my chest,

Weighed down by heaviness.

This must be the reason,

Why my lungs are not breathing.