Julie Kuhns Poet Lyric

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?

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