Samson

If you want, you can watch the darkness come
To crush a Sunday afternoon. You can share
A few drinks with someone who's not here
To note notes of blackberry, and tannin
And lemon. He's here to get wasted. He'd
Rather go home to his opiate pills, but,
If wine's what you've got, and he's stuck
In this place, he'll drink all that you offer,
And, almost like Samson, draw darkness
Down onto this room.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-27 at 03:22

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