by Vic A. Fury

Created on: November 28, 2008

"The Night The Power Went Out"

By this candle light I write,
alone in this darkness, no hope in sight.

Its sort of like your being left to suffer,
wishing you had someone to holdon to, possibly a lover?

What little bite of my sanity was left went out with the lights,
sitting here hopelessly passing the hours.

The sound of the grandfather clock,
making me wish I owned a glock.

I'd put my self out in one shot,
The only thing left of my memory would be a big brown spot.

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