Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

the last hour

it was in the air, you hung
it up right there with your voice,
framed it and made it beautiful
you felt like you had no choice.
in your last hour, you made it
yours alone,  you chose not
to be lonely anymore but
you have left us all alone

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: percussive

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