Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A shot of Jack

A shot of Jack sipped slowly over ice,
she considers the past.

Just enough to unwind her mind,
she begs tranquility to last.

Peace is found this day,
she rests before embarking again.

Another journey, another lesson
she knows not what these signs portend.

So crisp the ice as it melts through her shot.
and sharpness dulls of memories forgot.

The pain and pleasure of all that's passed,
 was simply never built to last.

but peaceful now, inhales she deep
drifting off to dreams - she sleeps.

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