Passing
2020 March 10
Time withers and shakes;
Never remaining in the same place.
Clocked in day in and day out,
Lingering the smell of a trout.
Barreling out the numbers,
Forgot to feed the daughter.
It never did love me,
Weaning the unease away from the free.
Time dressed in scarlet red,
It’s time I finally head to bed.