The Last Night

Empty promises rise up from within
accompanied by rose-coloured glasses
always to hand, though they’re not
much help with your head stuck
firmly in the sand, self-suffocating.

Nobody sees the fake smile plastered
across your face; you don’t see the
fake smiles on theirs, as knives screech
and scrape across whetstones, and
they just stare right through you.

There is an itch in the middle of your
back, but that’s not the problem that
bothers you the most – you’re the bread
put under the grill, you’re about
to become toast – you’re through.

They’ll come at dawn.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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