Yesterday I sat in my room

believing I was to die last night.

I couldn’t sleep

rehearsing the way

it would all end. tears rolled down my face

thinking of those crying when they found me.

Gone from natural causes,

or was it a burglar?

The anticipation and worry,

lasted through the night.

One eye open waiting

for the invasion.

Another on my phone,

I might have to call an ambulance.

Why didn’t I get one of those

radio necklaces to let them know

I was having a heart attack.

I’m exhausted awake all night,

I’m going to bed.