Grey lights in a darkened room

headlights approaching too soon

somethings coming and you don’t mind what

All I know is, it keeps me in this spot.


Can’t move if I wanted too

Couldn’t leave,  if set free

My mood and my circumstance

Hold on too tight for me.


Resigning to failure

Releasing to my past

Knowing I will go no further

With this melancholy mask.


Friends who have gone before me

The ones who claimed to be there.

And just like the weather,

their time and climate disappear.


So I sit melancholy

Remembering decisions I have made.

Should I have turned left that morning

Would it have prevented my illness

and its reign?





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