Felt like a slap across the head
alive but still dead.
another fork in the road brings another knife in my back.
Taking the wrong path ends in heart attack
The slow crash of speeding cars.
a reach so close but yet so far.
another broken-hearted soul
a sickly dream of deep, dark holes
we fall in as we walk the way,
and then we’re left with  nothing to say.
But hollers to the world. unheard.
a final breath. a final word.
gasping for air,
I was left there.