One bottle
And the strobe lights flicker
Two
And they beat slower
Three
And they fade away
Four
Seconds to put in the keys
Five
Straight Jackets
Four
Raindrops continute to fall from the November storm
Three
Bumps, Crash. A sudden stop. Stumble.
Two
Tears. A broken arm. A shattered wrist. "internal bleeding"
One
Tear, where does the sky's end and mine begin?
Author notes
Written February 12th, 2006
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Great poem. The repetion of numbers really add to the poems feel. Great write.
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hey
damn I love the "one two three four five four three two one" thing...that was fuckin awesome.
Simple imagery, straight and to the point. you get your message across clearly and effectively without rambling. awesome job.
keep writing.
MORSMORDRE!
- The Dark Lady -
wow...nice visual...like it.
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