I 
STOPPED 
BREATHING. 

Cold and blue...               A nurse found me. 
I'm told she panicked...         Grabbed me. 
Then she ran for help...        She saved me. 

The panic and jostling aroused me 
to return to this mad world around me
(I heard she was fired for the impropriety).

SO I'M STILL HERE... 
Still struggling... and now old. 
Yet I still can't fit your desperate earthly mold. 

So if you feel the need to judge me... 
TRY...  NOT...  BREATHING. 
You don't have to understand me. 

Now take a deep breath... GET A LIFE. 
Until death comes to claim me... 
there is nothing you can do to change me. 
 
 

Then you can go back to your 
Auschwitz, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, 
deceptions, and various shades of inhumanity. 

FOR THAT IS YOUR WORLD. 
It is no part of me.