jonah gustafson

Darkness, My Bride - Poem by jonah gustafson

Standing alone with my nose turned up
Sitting awake in my bed
Pouring a glass; a half empty cup
Pouring my glass till I’m dead

Staying still half empty for life
And keeping to the dark
As if darkness was my wife
My heart displays her mark

Never growing sick of her
Although she likes to bait
And underneath my skin does stir
But with her I placed my fate

Look down the aisle and see my bride
Look down to see my death
Look down to see one hell of a ride
While I’m taking my last breath

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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