Poem -
Last Word
You looked me
In the eye
In hopes
To be
The last word
To my story
A predator
Sniffing
Out blood
During a conquest
The bed
Was made
In anticipation
Of future
Disruption
A symbol
Of moving
Forward
The assumption
To living
I speak
It becomes
Spoken words
Are the cylinders
To life
A GLARE
is the predisposition
To intent
Your last word
Will be
Detached
Leaving
My energies
Focused
On
Reaching
The sky
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Comments
Hello Greg...
How is he doing?
Who's Winning?
Joker Speaks said to tell Batman he said Hi too if anyone sees him...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
An intense darkish poem expressed in great dramatic poetic way wow. Kudos!
plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Good work and well written.
John
Fabulous work, Greg x