Last Thoughts...

A glass of Scotch
And a lit Cigar
The flames I watch
That burn off my guitar

My life and the world
It‘s not so different
Both are a mess
You can tell in an instant

My father always said
You reap what you sow
Now the time has come
Can’t hide no more

Outside the rain falls
Like bullets on the ground
Could have ended this problem
With a single round

So now I wait
I know my fate
Like the guitar
I see the flames

I don’t hear a thing
By the sound of my heart
Forcing me to think
Of my past

Like the ground after a rain
My life is exactly the same
It’s not pretty, its dirty
There’s nothing but stains

Lived by the code
Served me well
Knew the road I chose
Lead straight to hell

The thunder is loud
But I hear the sirens
I hear a cheering crowd
When my world is silenced

They scream, they shout
They’re finally here
The last sip
I’m coming home dear

Reviews

[Jade Ariel]

Hey!
Wow!! Deep!! I love the darkness coming through in this poem, I can feel the pain of comparison with the hopeless world we live in. The structure of your poem is great and you've got what you wanted to say come through with minimal but hard hitting words.
Keep up the good work :)