The Joker's PromiseA Poem by amburBeginningEverything falls apart, and there is silence where the whispers were once held. The sky is no longer painted blue, and the grass is as dead as the lies left behind. Tomorrow could be what ever you make it as long as it has a terrible ending. The light seems too far away for effort, and the tasks ahead are dreadful. Maybe by November the Joker's promise will be a premade happy fortune of real time saying sorry[s] and walking away[s]... © 2011 ambur |
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2009 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthoramburDCAboutI'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen... I am the voice inside your head That you listen for with pleasure. more..Writing
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