Poetry Asylum
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Last Call
Late.
Dark.
A warning.
Time in a bottle.
An end. A beginning.
One last ounce of courage or pain.
The rain.
Night.
Without a fight.
But flight.
Because it's over, when
he
makes the last call.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment