Pitter patter
The windscreen shattered and fragments
screech to a halt.
Shiver
I lose my way and into the abyss
of nothing
I skip a breath

Pitter patter
its nonchalant drops
a fusion of sweat and tears.
Pick up the fragments
to risk a cut but to save a
life
My heart stops
but I managed a breath

Tickler Tattle
the disillusioned lullaby
the lids grow weary, the eyes fall down
I cannot sleep
I splashed in the fragmented pieces of hope
the searing pain wakes me
I breath

Incessant rings, the light
gets brighter with time
It's a mess
this poem and my state.
Struggle and collapse, the rain
that falls and blends with the bleak
of the moment
I skip a beat

I hear the church bells chime and
the flowers they bring to
see me off at my
funeral.