Poetry

The end

Never seemed so sad

but I can’t keep pretending anymore.

I have to let go before I not only  ruin  myself

but I ruin you too.

I don’t want the negative energy that has capture me

turn you against me.

So the best I can do is walk away and know that maybe the life and the people

I thought were suppose to be in it.

Are no longer around.

And maybe the journey on this narrow path was just too small road for all us to walk side by side down together anymore.

The present may just be the end to the things

that seem to be okay left alone but in truth

everything was crumbling and falling apart

right in my front of my face the whole time.

And now the end is so bitter-sweet with no words left to be said

but a lot of tears pouring down my face and nothing but my

own hands to wipe them away.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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