A charmless commute

the birds whisper

the clouds sigh

no one breathes

everyone exhales

we float heavily burdened burnt and soul less

charred eyes and hearts

salt water and rain drops

it never stops trying to erase us

out pace us, out human race us

there’s always a paper in your pocket

a promise in the next beat

we cant wait but all we do is linger

around life

the books stay closed on the shelves

harboring secrets, pain, and some of them money

swaying not swinging with the tick of the track

the time of the clock

I keep holding me back