dominoes, one knocking over the other
all laying neatly in a straight row
with a clicking sound as down it goes
each connected by small white dots
never enough as I draw my lot
what I once had and now haven't got
didn't even get to line up a shot
too much time to stand them up
once it was there, but now it's not
ending coming was way too abrupt
like a blind man standing on a bluff
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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