Waking Up Dying

Maybe you know what it’s like
To wake up dying.
The dream ideals fade and drop
like rotten plums no one could reach in the fall
with a sickening SPLUTCH and an acrid smell.
It’s nights like that
when you wake up in the dark
that you can’t tell where you are or how
you got there in the first place
And you seem to be facing the wrong direction
(In the dark… where you can’t tell much of anything,
and yet you can…) when someone misplaced all the
walls and the bathroom
and you think with the voice in your mind
"What am I doing here? Do I really know?"
You don’t have an answer, you’re scared
And alone and don’t know where your life’s gone and your feet are hot…
You’ve woken up dying. Congratulations.
Welcome to Hell; please enjoy your stay.