Strange Words

Wishing may be the last thing,

But first will never come,

Breathing slowly,

Whispering softly,

Closing my eyes in deep thought,

Black, blank, empty,

I then say strange words,

Nothing but sounds to me,

Coming from my lips,

I think,

But it doesn’t matter,

I calm myself,

For what seems another day,

I awoke,

But never fall asleep,

The dream I’ll never come out of,

And I’ll be buried deep in ground,

What will be my last thoughts,

What will be my last words,

Before I leave this unkind world,

Breathing slowly,

Whispering softly,

I remembered,

Those strange words.