Game Over Without Another QuarterA Poem by Jonny The Savage
Time slows to a crawl,
As I watch the glass begin to splinter. This moment is forever, There is no possibility of turning back. It is imminent; it is now. Fear defines me as the branches poke through And relocate my windshield into my skull. Game over without another quarter. I'm ashamed to admit it, But in this moment, My thoughts are with you; Praying for one final embrace. This is it, inhale slowly.
The last breath I'll ever take. This mortal coil begins to tear, My bones shattered by the impact, my soul; fate. © 2016 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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