Life Death and Taxi's
The sweet beeps wake me
another cold Saturday morn
death she lost again
letting go thoughts of depression
decompressing the contemplation
raining down
fog lifts for a minute
as I search
bloody knees and lips
for traces of sanity
ice packs freeze
an already stagnant mind
wandering bout the abyss
freedom calls in the form
of an hourglass
as last grains fall
time is running out
excuses to live
have been copied
whistles blow
the mundane march
clouds cover
taxi's roll on by
Back for today
Maybe longer : ))
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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