Challenge
Over Too Soon...
Your own interpretation of the prompt! All styles accepted
the parting glass
as i am lost in these fathomless depths,
the whiskey rolling like amber glass waves
in crystalline framed walls, i recall death’s
parting knell. sweet as a bell among graves.
goodbyes bring sweet sorrows to weary eyes
and my skin pulls raw with the loss that lies
on these shores of heartache. too soon it was
that i came ashore, weeping at death’s jaws.
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