The Final Word (Play)

Dotted lines drawn and crossed

fingers behind back saluting

the flag white and freely flying

towel thrown into the ring

rubbed lusterless of shine

your light into dwindling dark

shadows cast by lasting doubt

reasonable questions leave a mark

my words fall heavy  without an echo

chambered rounds, hammer sounding

bored barrel to avoid recoil

as from a hot flame slowly fading

to black of night like midnight oil

well run dry, bucket broken

dreams realized merely token.


2 responses to “The Final Word (Play)

  1. love your site 🙂

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