One Last Drink

by Yuna   May 3, 2008


You're sitting there,
late at night,
in a bar,
the feeling's right.

Just one more dink,
to quench your thirst,
drown your sorrows,
make them burst.

Completely broke,
at two in the morning,
the bar is closed
without any warning.

Your on the road,
going fast
unaware
that this breath is you last.

Flashing lights...
A fatal scream...
lying dead...
on the scene.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Charlie

    I like this poem.. good work keep it up!

  • 15 years ago

    by mitch

    Well done. I like how its about a serious issue put into simple, poetic words.

  • 15 years ago

    by Zara Baines

    Nicely written

  • 15 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Very good work xx keep it up xx