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The Final Match

written by: Troy DeFrates

 

You are freezing and wet, dying
down to your last match, trying.
One tiny spark to save your life
you have lost your love, lost your wife.
She left you laying in the wilderness for dead
after destroying the dreams in your head.

The final match that is forever

As you stand and shake, your mind begins to wander
what could you have done differently you ponder.
It seems she was intent upon destruction
her sanity exploded in a fiery eruption.
Now you are left alone in the cold
You need a new fire to remain bold.
Gather your tinder and a dry stick
your throat is swollen, your tongue is thick.

The final match that is forever

Carefully put your wood into place
leave room for it to breathe, leave it some space.
A panic attack takes the air from you
holding your breath your lips turn blue.
Strike your last match when the time is right
lighting your fire, don’t give up the fight.

The final match that is forever

Troy DeFrates

Troy DeFrates

Troy DeFrates lives in the Great Woods Of Northern Wisconsin, U.S.A., and has been published over twenty times in the last year in various periodicals and online magazines including Spillwords.
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