He was falling, into a pit
Home run, a perfect hit
The words on his tongue faded away
The cement, the bed, for his body to lay
There was no angel, God, or light
It was dark, no stars, the dead of night
As his words got lost, a whisper on his breath
It wasn't the poison that led him to his death
YOU ARE READING
The Road To Forgiveness
PoesíaMy fourth poetry collection. Sometimes... you just can't let go.
