A Rhetorical Ending, A Questioned Beginning

The grass breathes as the wind increases

And so I lay, on broken pieces

Waiting to inhale

And exhale, so broken

For through my thought, no words are spoken

I stay home, to forget

I leave without regret

And so, the stage is set

I cannot steer

Alive without fear

Dying seems near

I don’t know if my time is ending or beginning

I am empty with scattered thoughts that overlap

Leaving me with nothing, but a reflection caught in my mind

I wish I knew the day

I am lost in this rhetorical time