The loneliness of the spotlights,
staring back at the sadness,
with a fresh smell of concrete,
and a defeat of forever,
a sad trumpet plays from a pit,
deep
down
the last walk to the gold that promised eternal life,
flirting with the trumpet in the wind.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
The loneliness of the spotlights,
staring back at the sadness,
with a fresh smell of concrete,
and a defeat of forever,
a sad trumpet plays from a pit,
deep
down
the last walk to the gold that promised eternal life,
flirting with the trumpet in the wind.
