poems i came up with at 3 am

Odds

Falling from the sky
Fate makes up its mind
Tires in water fly,
The universe felt unkind.

Third times the charm
Often a gentle thought
But now filled with harm
I watch the chaos wrought.

Vision blurred by rain
Or maybe it was tears
For the tires of pain
Would not stop the gears

From coming, coming, come.
Until fatal was the damage
That cannot be undone.
Will I ever manage

To deal with what was delt,
The drop of the knife
To remember how it felt
To experience the jaws of life

When another was cut short.
Across the hill a father wept
Dark and damp now a consort
Beneath the ground he slept.