I glance up at the crucifix on the wall
expecting to see something happen
it doesn't
but then why should it?
Hours have passed and I never noticed
I bring the glass to my lips
warm beer tastes sour
but then why shouldn't it?
I watch it circle down the sink
not today
maybe when I feel less brave.
A contest entry
- Your Challenge Is To... by Dalaney.
900 points, ended October 2, 2008, 17 entries
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A very good little free verse here, and very poignant.
Love
Suz
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