Must Write Now

This one poem must write now Can’t foretell but see it how The trolley bearing a sunken frame Someone whispers some known name. The lips quiver for all left out Knows this journey is last no doubt The game is off time in checkmate The words hit head on iron gate. Some whispers breathes too slow Doctors tell gods only know Fingers twitch for one last paint Before goes in smoke to firmament. What's not seen veiled in dark hue Are frosted drops that fall like dew Orphaned born begs for no name Inked in tears this one last poem.