Last Words Twice …
The days of nights,
and knights of stripes.
I’ve had last words twice,
And thrice on the chopping block.
You’ve lost everything once,
But loved three times.
I think of you by the sea
That’s now filled with fear and pressure.
Celling lowered and falling down,
Rush of something heavy
More there than seen,
Waiting for war and speeding.
Talk to me on the wires,
Tell me what I hear.
Denial is the great equalizer,
And you thought it was death.
Rooted to the soil,
Plant me deep.
This may be the last time we meet
I don’t want you to forget.
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