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Sep 2020
Your hands around my neck
I find it hard to breathe
Please tell me what you want from me
I don’t know what you need.

I love you more than myself
It is why I am still near
I can feel the end upon us
It is on it’s journey here.

The End speeds across time but is restrained at a flaming cement pillar.
The End is burning bright filled with darkness and affection.

I Open the gates of realization
I Let the pain sink in fast
I Accept our bonds damnation
I knew it couldn’t last.

Nothing can ever be perfect in this dark and dreadful world.
We can feel our love decaying its surface filled with mold.

My mind is enclosed, too weak for growth
My mind is crying out to be nourished and fed
At times I feel her awaken - almost
Then, quickly she withdraws behind her bars of lead.

The ending is bending
The beginning and end, have become friends
Creating a circle, a cycle of our pretending
The ending begins and beginning ends.

Then.
The cycle starts again -
Written by
Ellen
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