the clock ticking
her heels clicking
two men bickering
sunlight's flickering
when clouds float by
no way she's winning
when her head's spinning
her ears are ringing
the birds are singing
when the front page picture
is her cushion for tonight
and then she's blinking
realisation sinking
once more she was wimping
Pumps in hand, limping
popping those pills left from last night
lest she remember (it all)
but the clock keeps ticking
her head never stops spinning
when the birds are singing
every tomorrow she's limping
alone on the streets
back to the house
(it's never a home)
YOU ARE READING
sound.
Poezjaepisode ii. {sound} noun [ count noun ] a thing that can be heard © 2014 Helena Barbara May aka helenabarbara_. All rights reserved.
