Nickel Plated Gold

Noah

No fooling with the endgame. 

No advantage to be taken. 

For it was all robbed away. 

 

This plot is wearing thin. 

My smile is wearing grim.

Take a step forward off the edge. 

 

Cry, cry, cry away. 

What's lost is gone forever.

Kill who you can inside.

 

Mind racing at the thought. 

Trickle down, little hope. 

Fill the rope. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2017 00:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: To be honest this is one of my more lesser poems. In my mind at least.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34
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  • Azura Nightsong

    You may see it as a lesser poem, but I quite enjoyed it. Good job.
    Sincerely, Azuranna



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