Bleak
Out on the street
Cold
Break the mould
Duress
Alone
Thoughts unknown
Ring a bell
Who will give a hell
Dialled many numbers,
that never come,
up with the sell
Retreat car seat
Take a moment reflect,
put it all back into check
Another day,
feelings tucked away,
a different hat,
for duress combat
Let's talk
How much more is needed,
before my throat,
hits a last resort,
into distort
Trapped,
escape plan hatched
Follow through
there is bright,
sunshine ahead of you
The path of life,
is a journey paved,
ready for your feet,
to walk where,
they should be laid
when it is time,
the slabs will form,
a continuous pattern line

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney