Last Call - The Voices

by Maple Tree   Feb 19, 2020

There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles
because she used a cliche
as the first line of her poem.

This writer enjoys creativity
within words, mixing empathy
and pain like a last call drink
at a late night bar.

"voices whisper- You dont drink"
but the emptiness of the glass
as the bartender speaks "last call"
reminds the inner core of me-
that I'm just as lost as stale perfume
on an empty, abandoned dance floor.

Just one more moment with you..
lingers down a very dark tunnel..
and I can't get the voices out of my head.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Ziad Dib Jreige

    Great piece of poetry. I like the reality of describing our attempt to flee from what clings to us harmfully, through drinking to the edge.

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Very deep and honest straight from the heart. The very best to you. Hugs

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