My Last Minute Poem by Blake Bishop
My Last Minute
Our lives are discarded for years,
Until the scar disappears,
Or the fears.
We all feel the pain,
Tried to stay sane,
Here I remain.
Will my life end soon?
Under neath time’s balloon,
Bye swift afternoon.
Bring on the morning rain,
It is life’s cocaine,
Until midnight train.
Then comes His full moon,
Then comes high noon,
I rest maroon.
To me it was just coming to an end of life, abandoned and isolated. Like being marooned on an island. And thank you Yoonoos and Matt for yalls comments.
A profound poem, simply constructed, for your debut on Poem Hunter. What is the significance of 'maroon'?
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:39:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is a wonderful poem. i love the way you express yourself. you should definitly keep writting.