A Night Out

This was originally a post-apocalytic and somewhat eschatological poem. The opening line and the formatting style are the only things I kept from the original. I’ll probably rewrite the other poem, but it’ll be far different than what it was here.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this.

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A whisper of fear takes the bold,
and the shout of courage burns cold.

five songs
four drinks
three words
two  people

It’s the wrong night
to make a stand.

Left alone after the fight
sits one lonely heart.

poetry Writings

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