Derailed
As the train
rolled in,
In perfect time,
My penny of
thoughts,
Derailed it to the
cadence,
Of a funeral drum.
The thumping of
the drum,
Evident in your
chest,
Hypochondria now
justified,
My digits
deliciously at fault.
Rain may fall,
My forecast says
sunny skies,
It’s all
conjecture anyways,
Officials dictate
our lives with uncertainty.
Lightning strikes
up,
Tearing the
heavens in two,
For an instant,
Everything is
lucid.
No comments:
Post a Comment