Poets : FadingGenes / Mozdrums
Theme : Safety Net
Last Call for Fall
I am no safe bet, not a safety net -
Fate, the solo sewn fool, strewn
wading through weeds wrapped red
Dense ego dent, she's tense
mulling over feeble existence
worn out war drum, dull sound to sum
no vent, nor words, no trust lent
a simple sorry - all the energy spent
He missed the mark past the bass beat ring seat
Hiss - eyes explore for the final poach -
She trips and slips down the rabbit hole,
grazing past the last alarms toll
YOU ARE READING
Perspective
PoetryWE HAVE OUR WINNERS. ***@Akhyitah / Bill Temple*** & ***@Sofsie_ / @iHeartUwthAllmyheart*** This collection is now open to new Poems. So if you and a fellow Pubber want to collaborate, then we will post it here.
