Poetry

I think im dying

Logically I know I'm still alive nothing is wrong enough with me to kill me, but I sit there with this overwhelming emptiness in my chest and I think whatever made me really alive died some time ago. You know I don't think I'm alive in the same way other humans are I think maybe my soul died and I just kept going without it. That something killed it but it couldn't leave so I go on with this rotten lump in my chest more or less a zombie. I think I'm dying and there's just nothing there to truly finish me off. That in some essential way I've been dead for years and my body has just been puttering along. That something has been puppeteering my corpse about even though the stench grows stronger each day. That I'm just dead. And it's finally catching up with me. But there's nothing to finish the job so I'm stuck dying forever. And I don't know why. But I think I'm dying.