The Last Round

Say it Again

By Dana CrandellPublished 4 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read

It lies in my hand,

cold as the unseen hand that clutches my heart.

I swing out the cylinder.

This is the last round.

I raise my glass

to the imagined friends, and they cheer.

“Enjoy,” I tell them,

This is the last round.”

The drink burns.

I relish the sensation one last time.

The fight has been brutal.

This is the last round.

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My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

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