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Last Dance.

Though my world crashes down around me.
And those I love crumble into oblivion.

I refuse to be broken.
Nobody gets the honors.

Left with nothing.
Trying to remain strong.

Dancing in gasoline.
Drowning in my mistakes.

Laughing at it all.
And dropping the match.

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  • breathethedream
    October 22, 2008
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    powerful


  • star-gazer004
    October 20, 2008
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    i loved the last two stanzas. great metaphor. keep it up. your good


  • Creatress
    October 20, 2008

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    wow, this poem is powerful. I enjoyed the structure and the tone...The ending sealed it nicely..
    "laughing at it all,
    And dropping the match."
    Being able to laugh at something in yourself to me says that you are or are on your way to having acceptance for that whatever that thing is. Lighting the match to me implies that you are able to go through the experience necessary to get through hard times. Walking through the fire.

    Well done poet, keep up the good work.
    creatress