Death Intertwined

The ebony wall pushing me from behind

The wall and my back are locked, intertwined

Heels almost dragged under as it goes

My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze


Ahead at the white line past my nose

I count on my fingers all my past woes

Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low

Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed


Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror

I take what’s there to make my mind clearer

The dream starts over being pushed from behind

My head and the white line are intertwined


© 2011 Michael Yost

First Printed 07/23/11



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