worn out song

air so cold

the nights are too long

someone is singing

a worn out song

about some sadness

heard it before

we all get sad

some less some more

more or less happy

with what I see

someone is coming

who could it be

at this hour

nothing more than that

the reason a cover up

under the hat

or a hood

hiding the face

tattooed reflection

cannot erase

what’s written in pen

what’s said or done

when that bell rings

no one has won

small is the prize

what did you expect

showing no interest

or even respect

snapping quickly

a twig under foot

lesson learned

up with it I won’t put

questions asked

time and again

someone really wonders

where I have been

it’s a dark place

look close and see the light

it will help you see through

the darkness of tonight

no one might speak

to the others around

some corner

where I can be found

so much in such

a short span of time

bomb exploding

stepped on a mine

it’s not yours

or his or hers

someone far off

finally stirs

the mixture is finished

whatever it was

something great has gone

bad just because

things have changed

doesn’t mean much

more of the same

railing becomes a crutch

support me as I

lean back and think

about that deep hole

the one I used to sink

down from the bottom

up from above

seeing the bird

but it isn’t a dove

still there is a dog

barking at the moon

gone for awhile

will return soon…