Another day sitting
in a box, staring at the clocks.
Listening to the slow beat
of a fading pulse.

Opportunities are falling away
like the autumn leaves;
the piles of encumbrance
burying the empathy.

Deja vu is written
on the bathroom mirror.
Thoughts bleeding into
the sink of running water.

A reconciliation
leaves me speechless.
I need to gather my things,
write a letter, maybe say
a prayer.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones