"One Last Dinner"A Poem by Kameron ArmitageLast chance ruined type of poemThin glass breaks at my feet, hot liquid begins to evaporate, the last bird is chirping in the distance. A gray leaf falls to the cold winter ground, a man slowly walks past with a grim eye, the crunch of the snow echoes through the night. One street light lights the dim corridors, a lonely table illuminated by just a lamp, two dinner plates set. The grim eyes stare at an empty chair, a silent prayer is said with doubt, dead hope that she will arrive for this meal. The food's steam fades away as it grows cold, both eyes closed the man releases his breath, she won't come to dinner.
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Added on January 16, 2011 Last Updated on January 16, 2011 AuthorKameron ArmitageGilbert, AZAboutI am 16 years old and I've been writing for about three months now and love every second of it. I am a guy and proud to write. I've ran into some problems, but everyone does. I hope you enjoy! more..Writing
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