A Tap On My Shoulder, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Raven’ robe, Rx label, cotton covered
Calling from the nightstand
Golden Gate the heights are great
Just a splash away

The vulture hovers, the knife in hand
The bath is warm, the wrist is mad
The revolver loaded, the temple glad
Oblivion is all that’s left to be had

The crow is calling, the train is coming
Warning horn, on tracks you’re falling
Peddle down, in your car, faster faster
The cliff isn’t far

The belt or rope and ceiling fan
From this life you have ran
Future days come to an end
The skeleton becomes your friend

Unaware of of what you’ve lost
The future pleasures are the cost
There’s always light after the fog
There’s always someone willing to hug.