Break down

Each time

her frequency

Is touched

With haste


She sees




The brakes

Are losing

Their grip


A frequency 

Poked her


She bit


They just squished

Then bled

The ground

This trip





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When it rains...when it snows, when it rains then snows then does other stuff...time to step back and reassess now. The future is waiting. Good write - matches my mood now, assuredly. I am determined to rise though. After the holidays probably. Be well. Smile and smile - p.s. I like the form of this poem. slc