Diagnosis
I press myself against the cold, haggard, stone wall
Immersed in the simplistic image
Of the moon piercing the empty sky
The wailing sirens of the night shift cops
Diminished by the sullen silence and the faintest sobs
The busy lives of hustling strangers passing by
The cryptic meaning of an owls cry
For I cannot allow myself to sink
Into the depths of what I yearn to think
Of What will happen
When I fall into the arms of death
Of When I'll take my final breath
I need another chance but it's too late
My life now has an expiration date
They shook their heads in sympathy
I stood confused in misery
What happened? Where did my life go?
It disappeared like melting snow
The soft white flakes so swiftly falling
The end of life is slowly calling