Car Crash

The needle sinks to E,

an old man take his last breath alone.

Heat seeps out letting the cold in,

bill collectors wont stop calling, the baby is crying again.

light are all out with no help in sight,

she stumbles from the mirror to the bed and back.

cars race by without a glance,

a man sits in rags holding his empty cup.

no one stops for the flashing signals.

The End

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