By Lori Miller
Here it is the end is here.
Once I could have teared,
And once I would have feared.
Now itís too late for anything
The past has come and left.
Time moves on yet and still
Alone I have my fill.
What would I give to know something
other than nothing at all.
What I wouldnít do to never have
Been in this place ever.
I long for nothing, and I feel the same.
All has passed that I thought was real.
Imaginary peace is all this is left here now.
Longing seems pointless, wishing is stupid.
Where is there to go at the bottom, up?
Well my wings were broken in the fall.
This will last forever with no one to help.
Stuck in a hole of self-doubt and pity.
All these feelings were dead until you revived them in me.
The wounds have been reopened and now bleed freely at my feet
Surrounded by the sounds of emptiness and distant echoes of you.
Go away get out you are no longer welcome to this amusing sight
Of me dying slowly inside.
When will this be over? When will this ever subside?
Iím stuck here looking through me to you on the other side.
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