A False Start to a Dead End

Put the transmission in park
Look into the surrounding dark

You left an indelible mark on my heart
Worlds apart from the start

You hadn’t the balls to make the right call
to save you from misery, certain to fall

You must’ve thought you could have it all
but, just maybe, the devil holds the winning ticket
to your final demise, no longer a rising star
in the dead of night, with a ticking clock on the wall

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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