Descending   Author:  25627  Category:(Poetry) Created:(2/19/2001 9:23:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (262 times) Descending down stone steps, that sweet such rank bliss, I grimace. Fist filled with glass, sucking wound mind it won't take much. A tender razor's edge for the foolish and the damned. The dream is over, the failure is real complete, inescapable. John Wayne is dead, The cavalry disbanded. A monogrammed bullet for the chosen, the lucky few. Shoulders slumped I give in..I give up A coward hiding n the corner with my last shot a little salt, a twist of lime on the barrel..... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  25627 ( Click here ) Spring is coming