Life's End

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Life's End

I find myself lost searching for something that is missing in my life.

The dark shadows of night haunt me.

I am surrounded by evil, though I feel safer now than I have ever been.

I find myself at the edge of a cliff.

DO I JUMP?

Do I turn and run back into the shadow filled hallow night?

I catch myself turning back and wondering what is at the bottom of this dark hole.  Thinking will he be there to catch me?

CAN HE CATCH ME?

WHAT IF I JUST FALL?

I turn and look back into the shadows.

Saying to myself "DO I KEEP RUNNING AND HIDING?"

Staying away from thing that haunt me.

I cant fight the evil that lurks anymore,

I close my eyes,

Take one last deep breath,

Whisper I love you into the air, hoping you can hear it.

 

Then I take on last look in to the cold dark night and I JUMP.

I dont feel myself falling,

I hear screams and crying in the distance,

Realizing it is the cries of hearts I broke, loves that I have lost and people that I have hurt.

I can not repent what I have done in my past.

For that my soul is destined to rot in hell.

IS THAT WHERE I AM FALLING TO?  I guess my actions have determined my fate.  Soon the screams fade away  laughter surrounds me

again I am faced with the past.

The laughter is of happiness that I once had that died and gone away.  I cried, and wondered why I let it go.  Can I or will I ever be that happy again.

I thought I was almost there with you.

Maybe I was and I just didnt realize it.

Ethier way I feel I am doomed.

I fall and fall into that dark hole.

Will it ever end.

Will I ever meet my fate at the bottom.

Thoughts of despair and distruction wind through my head.  Is this it?  Do I really have the chance to not feel love again?  IS IT REALLY OVER?  I know I am nearing the end.  I hear water all around me.  The only thought in my mind is Am I really going to die by natural element?

I quit falling.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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