I Woke Up Dying Poem by TP Sage

One summer morning
without any warning
I woke up dying.
Had I not been insane
I might have taken steps
to save myself.

But I did not see it
for what it was.
I saw instead
a changed perception.
Blue sky turned grey,
a love poem turned blue
smiles not as easily given away.
But since I was losing her
I believed that something deep inside me
now rebelled against her necessary loss.

I was blinded by my own perceptions.
My eyes were open
yet I could not see
the impending end of my mortality.
Not come upon me by mortal blow
not disease
not age
not accident or incident or luck
instead
a passive suicide.

For I am surely being crushed.
A massive weight placed on top of me.
Yet I did not perceive the heinous crime.
Because the weight
has been imperceptibly placed upon me
one tiny innocuous pebble at a time.