Last Hour

Last Hour

A Poem by Andre Peterson

I see the shadows on your face.

I see the staples in your arm.

Is this what's it's become?

Is this an ending to it all?

 

This room was once kept cool.

Now it is burning to the ground.

Who will save the children?

Who will save them all?

 

There's a runner far ahead.

He says there is nothing to be seen.

He slams the door in our faces.

Giving us the hope that we need.

Your eyes start to melt.

your blind kisses fill me up.

Now they're driving off with your head.

Please come back. Please stay.

Just come over for a while.

We'll steal roses from next door.

And when they come looking, calling our names.

We'll just plead that we're insane.

 

Now you are squeezing my hand.

Strings are falling from your neck.

Just bite your lip and let go.

This is your new home.

 

I hear the squeak of loose wheels.

I step back to let them through.

Time has gone and killed you.

There is nothing that they can do.

 

As I write this down.

I remember your last hour.

How you kissed me through the veil.

How we danced steadily into hell.

© 2016 Andre Peterson


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Added on July 5, 2016
Last Updated on July 5, 2016