The Sound of an EverlastingA Poem by Merle Van Dee
the last drag of hope falls
with the ashes of my cigarette the medicine man and dark magic can't save me now. my thoughts run rampant at the cost of every dream now i am as thin as this smoke though burdened with my faults. but another hit or two before i end this night to make sure the cancer catches and i can call this quits & spend my days up amidst midnight stars to watch over the sinners and hum an old song with the smell of a pipe and the sound of an everlasting. © 2016 Merle Van DeeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 3, 2016 Last Updated on March 3, 2016 AuthorMerle Van DeePeoria, ILAbout"Terrible things happen to good people every day. Consequentially, I am not one of the good people. I am one of those terrible things." - Marianna Paige For more consistent writing follow my .. more..Writing
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