I press myself against the cold, haggard, stone wall

Immersed in the simplistic image

Of the moon piercing the empty sky

The wailing sirens of the night shift cops

Diminished by the sullen silence and the faintest sobs

The busy lives of hustling strangers passing by

The cryptic meaning of an owls cry

For I cannot allow myself to sink

Into the depths of what I yearn to think

 

Of What will happen

When I fall into the arms of death

Of When I'll take my final breath

I need another chance but it's too late

My life now has an expiration date

 

They shook their heads in sympathy

I stood confused in misery

What happened? Where did my life go?

It disappeared like melting snow

The soft white flakes so swiftly falling

The end of life is slowly calling