Damned

Am I damned to be
the ghost in my own life
waiting for the phone
to ring, waiting without

breathing, numb and
breathless, unable to
draw in air, waiting
for air, chest heaving

without air. Am I damned
to be the nag, do I stand
damned between heaven
and hell forever waiting.

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