Blah, Blah, Blah
Goodbye-goodbye
blah, blah, blah...
In the shortness of his breath
all desperation was taking place
I walk off
looking far into space
The game is over
nobody-no one-
scored
we all lost
Then in a notebook
while sitting
on a park bench
an old man jots down
a poem about lost youth
past loves and better days
meanwhile
the sun crossed the sky
east to west
and the day was never seen
or heard from again
poem by Midnights Voice
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