work in progress: bittersweet chapter

my view out of focus
crescendo, this opus
my breath escapes these lungs
somehow i overcome
bittersweet, the inhale
a new chapter entails
my death wish still hasn’t
been granted

my tunnel vision isn’t air conditioned
or lit
comes and goes through inconsistent intervals
it’s not that i’m afraid to commit
i’m just a rubix cube
with fifty four different color tiles
and all six of my centers are off