Poems from defabienne

Sometimes I stand in elevators   And wonder   Where they will take me.
My headboard looks like jail cell bars Nightmares too far                                                      Reoccurring Waking, stirring...
Two train cars collide            So simultaneously I can’t look away.
Worn out ticket stub The bottom of my pocket A moment in time.
All the little things Seem one day even smaller Let us capture them.