Once a Fool...
And you know that it’s time to go.
Could it be that the star has fallen
Far away from the midnight glow?
And the spark that never lit a fire
Burns out before it made a mark
Hidden from the sun and moon
It won’t be now, no, it won’t be soon
It’s time to leave, time to grieve
Time to glide within the eve
Of daylight’s ending, closed shut door
And they will still ask for more
Fair or not they’ll hold your head
Wishing you had chosen death instead
So go, willing hearts, with moving memory
Escape the owners tight fist grip
They will want to tear and rip
And break and tear again
You’ll be strained, and the rain
Will wash away
The single truth that remains
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
