One Black Bubble
In each day
a moment will come
a quiet thought a single stop
a second here to grab hope
to get us to the next moment
we are all slipping every second
on the black ice tracks of time
that draw us back down and under
cold waters
black air bubbles
fill our lungs
with panic
for a moment
hold the bridge rope
one step ahead
one
Copyright © Zera Masters | Year Posted 2010
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