R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 150 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

The Finish Line - Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

Twenty minutes left in
The Day-

Time for the
Punchline..
Time for the
Last Word..
The Fat Lady
Can hear the
Orchestra-
She's about to..

The Finish Line
Is just up ahead-

When, Suddenly-
A Bomb
Goes off-

You're crawling-
Bloodied-
You've lost a leg-

A friend of yours
Is Dead-

You're in Shell
Shock-

Sirens
Sound throughout
the City

& All you can think
About is the first time
You read
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It was 11: 40 p.m. and I realized that the day was about to end. I started writing spontaneously and after I wrote down 'Finish Line' I started thinking about the Boston Bombings.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 25, 2013


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