Reduced

The words keeps coming

I am still here

Deranged, my life reduced

To rubble

While the snow keeps

Falling

Covering all dirt

Underneath

Late Places

Lost spaces in the crowded city

Places to visit for memory or

Out of desperation,

The crowds has moved on

Below in their dirty cars

I stand on the bridge

Trying to remember

The lost river

Trapped

I am in the

Loop

Returning to patterns

Of thought and actions

Belonging to the neurotic

Mind and it’s

Never ending circles

While the stream of life

Passes by