Blake Bishop

Rookie (Dec.3,1989 / Fairhope, Alabama)

My Last Minute - Poem by Blake Bishop

Our lives are discarded for years,
Until the scar disappears,
Or the fears.

We all feel the pain,
Tried to stay sane,
Here I remain.

Will my life end soon?
Under neath time’s balloon,
Bye swift afternoon.

Bring on the morning rain,
It is life’s cocaine,
Until midnight train.

Then comes His full moon,
Then comes high noon,
I rest maroon.

Comments about My Last Minute by Blake Bishop

  • (5/5/2010 11:03:00 AM)

    this is a wonderful poem. i love the way you express yourself. you should definitly keep writting. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/4/2010 2:08:00 AM)

    To me it was just coming to an end of life, abandoned and isolated. Like being marooned on an island.

    And thank you Yoonoos and Matt for yalls comments.
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  • Matt Mooney (5/4/2010 1:50:00 AM)

    A profound poem, simply constructed, for your debut on Poem Hunter. What is the significance of 'maroon'? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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