Last Call
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
600
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Last Call
Last Call
Last dance
Last chance
Last drink to enhance
my equilibrium
I\'m Spinning
Never winning
Floating high with my soul
Burning fast like a coal
But still stuck in this God Damn hole
Last call
Last Fall
I was so drunk I recall
My mind was awash with whiskey and beer
And for a moment it seemed clear
Destiny was no longer in control
I could feel my very own soul
So cold
So old
I almost fortold
A death of deaths far greater than one
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Prophesy of man and beast
Dominions of hate from west to east
And none of it was good to say the least
It all began in outer space
The moon, the stars..the human race
Such hope
I cope
Hanging on a new rope
One day
Far away
People will say
Right is right
Light the lights
Candles and flags and all the rest
But remember its love that shines the best
From time to time my mind will wander
How the hell did it all go asunder
Thinking thoughts of the span of kings
Of princly poets and the fairer things
Times of honour and courage long gone
What went wrong?
Where have all the flowers gone?
As Poe so stately said
Is there balm in Gilead?
To surcease the sorrows of pain and war/
Quoth Miltons Satan..\"nevermore!\"
Last dance
Last chance
Last drink to enhance
my equilibrium
I\'m Spinning
Never winning
Floating high with my soul
Burning fast like a coal
But still stuck in this God Damn hole
Last call
Last Fall
I was so drunk I recall
My mind was awash with whiskey and beer
And for a moment it seemed clear
Destiny was no longer in control
I could feel my very own soul
So cold
So old
I almost fortold
A death of deaths far greater than one
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Prophesy of man and beast
Dominions of hate from west to east
And none of it was good to say the least
It all began in outer space
The moon, the stars..the human race
Such hope
I cope
Hanging on a new rope
One day
Far away
People will say
Right is right
Light the lights
Candles and flags and all the rest
But remember its love that shines the best
From time to time my mind will wander
How the hell did it all go asunder
Thinking thoughts of the span of kings
Of princly poets and the fairer things
Times of honour and courage long gone
What went wrong?
Where have all the flowers gone?
As Poe so stately said
Is there balm in Gilead?
To surcease the sorrows of pain and war/
Quoth Miltons Satan..\"nevermore!\"