fiveamtuesday

Bound and blinded in the cold, with      
rope burns on the wrists.      
I wore concrete boots around the soles while      
sweat dripped down my fists.      
       
As I contemplated, the fog was rolling      
On this early Tuesday morning.      
The suit had asked my last request I asked      
only for a cigarette.      
     
It was a selfish comfort I could savour, though      
I'm not a smoker this was my chance to try.      
And for a moment I felt coldness waiver while      
I'd bide my time to greet the tide.      
       
If anyone is to be keeping time, it'd be myself      
As this light burns out for no one else.      
And for a moment I felt boldness slip while      
my tenet bruised with every hit.      
     
As I contemplated, the smoke was rolling      
On this early Tuesday morning.      
A gentle rock had shipped me off      
To clean my conscience in the wash.      
     
I felt my stomach drop some floors      
Then my seat sank several more.      
Had winter come? How merciless.      
I'd never felt so out of breath.      
     
I last recalled beyond the glass      
A moon so grand I had to gasp.      
My last breath left me feeling blessed,
For I've now repented for the mess I've made.