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desperation
by Morgan D Hafeleunderneath the white-noise
there was concern
for how he would die.
and after the beer turned sour
and his last cigarette,
-nobody thought- he would jump... 04/05/2005 Author's Note: just a late night drunken poem. i seem to be turning into an alcoholic, i don't think i've been sober a night since we've broken up.
Posted on 04/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/05/05 at 03:46 PM Sharp right to the heart of it.. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/06/05 at 08:11 AM you capture this moment in zen-haiku-like concision...nice work! |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/06/05 at 08:11 AM you capture this moment in zen-haiku-like concision...nice work! |
| Posted by Kimberly Rhode on 04/11/05 at 05:25 AM I just hope that where he jumped was into his big warm bed..
I know, I need a drink. Nice, to-the-point poem. |
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