Paul Lojeski was born and raised in Lakewood, Ohio. His poetry has appeared in print and online. He lives in Port Jefferson, New York.
This Morning Times we all feel trapped like me this morning- trapped like a big old bear, its battered paw snapped in a metal spiked trap, like sweet singing birds caged by the windows, like loyal dogs roaming rooms not far from empty food bowls. Like that. Only death’s icy trap’s never honored or feared until the morning your eyes pop open and those frozen bars slide closer and closer in that damp hospital bed, while memories fly into distant clouds and you hope like me this morning with clenched fists this wasn’t the final morning, with a last glimpse of light and sound, of breathing in the miraculous void lit by trillions of dying suns.
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