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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