I Never Lack Conviction
Maybe it’s just me and the page from here on out.
A loveless relationship, I understand and have been well groomed for over the years.
I cannot linger for a dim light and a setting sun pass all the same.
And dreaming of empty promises will only turn the young heart to a bitter soul.
I won’t bleed for tomorrow for tomorrow is uncertain at best.
Toast the demons that chase you to the grave.
And invite all the wrong ones in.
Its last call and I’m taking requests.
About the Author: John Patrick Robbins is the editor of the Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers. He is also the author of Smoking At The Gas Pumps from Soma Publishing and Sex Drugs & Poetry from Whiskey City Press. His work has been published in The San Pedro River Review, The Mojave River Review, Ariel Chart, Punk Noir Magazine, Red Fez, Blognostics, Piker Press, Blue Pepper, Rasputin A Poetry Thread, Beatnik Cowboy, and Fixator Press. His work is always unfiltered.
Image Credit: “Still Life With A Skull And A Writing Quill” Pieter Claesz (1628) image courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Open Access program.
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