Running as the snow falls…
Breaking like the rain drops
Walking in the shadow of a muscle
Having memories buried under the bridge
We treat death like a lie….

A smile in the pocket that will jump out….
What will you put in empty pockets?

Dominos falling like they have a purpose…
You wake up like you have nothing better to do..

Today the world will embrace summer
So you can keep memories warm.. and
not have it cold dead ready for burial..

Yes I am talking about that…
what comes in between life and death…

You call it love, hate, pride, ego, sadness
anything you like…
yes that’s what I am talking about

Chose the one thing that matters most
pay it forward….
don’t wait to get q response..
Walk away…

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Choice, National poetry Month 2018, npm18, npm2018