Blackout
Soaring like a bald eagle.
Regal the idea but its just,
a crow carrying stale bread.
An Invisible phantom, fathoms.
As though you were dead
But in my defenselessness
Think Try, Try Again
A seamless definition of insanity
Slurring’s of drunken profanity
not even fair, a novel without a hero
Sorry, for the digressing Nero.
The fearful darkness unharnessed
Apologies of bare assessment,
tolerable for living in a basement.
But thoughts of being, accused of murder.
Waking with no deadeye.
Whys are redundant?
Starring in your own calamitous whodunit.
A sobering promise, of never to do that again,
while the grey is washed away by the black.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2018
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