Grace

There is no consolation prize This time the break is clean No renewal, no reprise No tasting victory The rain is falling from the sky Wind blowing everything in between Man in moon has closed his eyes The sun has gone to sleep Here I am inside my bedroom Choking on things needed said My cigarette has burned a hole In the thoughts within my head My lover’s arms are left aside And I drink the whiskey dry I whisper sweetly, “I will never die” I am an empty hallway Tattered wall, rainy night Nothing left inside Have given up a fight There is no hallelujah As the bullet leaves the gun Now I’m falling, falling, falling Where have I fallen from?