The Lonely Booth
Sitting at this booth sipping the last sip
Of my soul while my wounds drip
The light above me flickers on and off
All motion around me ceases and pause
All I have is beverage of memories
And a white paper filled with poetry
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2017
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