I think about life and death often

The fragility

The different paths people take

From cradle to coffin

The thought of death visiting my dreams

Last night

My subconscious plight

Playing with the frayed seams

I trace the edges of his hood cascading

with my fingertips

Noticing the fading

He says to me

Are you surprised to see me here

I simply reply

Relaying

You visit so often

I'm desensitized

Not fearing

And he just nods

And turns away

Quietly disappearing

My slumber later abruptly coming to an end

A call

Information I keep expecting

Another death of a friend

My subconscious seems aware

During my waking hours

I shrug it off

I don't seem to care

Perhaps I'm numb

Perhaps I'm disassociating

Disconnecting

Stowing my feelings

Emotional allocating

#poetry

(Real)