365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Thirty-One

one last hurrah.
for now.
I stare at the bar.
and all I see.
is a row of bags.
and books.
my life put into.
what ever containers.
will fit it.

instruments cased.
brain replaced.
this is the end.
for now.
not what I want.
but what I need.
the bleeding has to stop.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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