Title: The Last Play by: bernie kohzar The last play, about five years ago, I came close to my last play. I lost my niche, the Greek Fire began to burn low. As I spent five years traversing in course, I once though was mine. And at the last draw, I stopped. Knees fallen. Shoulders down. For the love I thought I had was just a mere imagination. and later turned into a suffocating sensation. I then moved back. Hungry for self-redemption. for thought the green flare burned low, it never died out. Back to square one, with just a single mission. To end things quick with a blow. And move through with no connection, and stay low. It was all about grades, a simple plan pass the bar, no more colors, no more acclaims. I was done. All I wanted was just a quick exit. A diploma and that was it. Buried in novels is the thing I do, not even caring of what other people go through. but when the call came to step up, I gave my all, from being a writer to then becoming ...