The 2nd Chance (Poetry)

Torn from the pages of spiral notebooks, here is “The 2nd Chance” from June 2007.

“The 2nd Chance”

Junkies hang outside the window
Broken glass carpets the sidewalk
Sorrowful tears flood the hallways
What’s left in these corridors
But, the feeling of letting go?

You can talk all you want
But, your pretty words
Won’t save me now
Lie through your teeth
Saying you care as you shove
A fallen angel to the floor 

Drag her through a garden of thorns
Bleed her dry of life and hope I walk
A tightrope between hate and despair
See you in hell, I’ll be waiting there 

You look dreadful, dear,
But, a little makeup
Won’t hide the tears
Or mask that overwhelming fear

I’ve got no tomorrow
But, yesterday she says,
Proceeds to declare herself
Dead to the world
That could’ve turned
Its back on both of us
But, the light shone
On me instead

Written 6-1-2007

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.
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