Last Glass Of Wine

As I sip wine…

Glasses break

Like promises,

Hearts and roses

Shade into

Blue bonnets,

The painful

Sonnet burning

My soul like the

Tail of a comet,

Mind dark and

Hunted by the

Presence of

The skeletons

In her closet,

It’s hard to

Drink wine

When your

Substance is

Tarnished

– Nick F. Hawkins

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