At Night What Is That I Hear Outside? Poem by Lenny Camacho

at night
what is that I hear outside?

heavy eyelids
and a slow thumping on my chest

eyes burning like hell
and dry lips and a sore throat

what is that I hear outside my window?
I am not scare of dying

we all are dying every second that passes
we are all dead

like the rock that goes in the water
and ripples go after the shore

I understand, I do
I pay attention while I rest my eyes

Where is my forehead
in my dreams?
I always ask that question, but
I don't hope for an answer really

some things
are what they are
while others aren't
what we expect them to be.

at times I wonder,
but then, suddenly,
I stop. I come back
up for air, and forget all about it.