TRACK 13, SKIPPING LIKE ME
- Dark Poets Club
- Nov 12
- 1 min read
By Bob W Christian
My brain's a broken record,
Skipping on the same cracked groove.
Just jump, it whispers, what's left to prove?
The rope, a promise. The chair, a stage.
One last breath, before turning life's final page.
A silent film, fading to black.
No rewind. No coming back.