DoneA Poem by PeteA bore is someone who takes away my solitude and doesn't give me companionship in return. - ThoreauInconsolable swig from a crumpled brown bag. A cheap Double Diamond cigar sweats the smoke of another lonely drag. Coughing so hard that you see fireflies. Tasting the nicotine of armageddon's lies. Fragile ground eroding beneath your very feet. An uninvited pergatory meet-and-greet. You gave but you didn't get. Life's cruel, unreciprocated debt. The leather boots of despair's legion march toward you in unison like Satan's stormtroopers. Payback from fascist destiny. Homelessness' harsh holocaust. Retribution in totalitarian tremors. Desperation clings to the edge in a desolate fervor. Yet another useless life preserver. Helicopter halos and mesh wings. These are your only things. You came in alone, you're going out the same way. Our only difference being which day. No one's going to call. No, not at all. Not a damned one. There are no cell phone towers in Hell. No emergency 9-1-1. You're just ... ... done ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 18, 2019 Last Updated on June 22, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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