The End

 

This is the end
the fat lady has left the stage
her final notes faded into the air
the dusty velvet curtains dropped down with a final boom
now the thud in my ears is the only thing I can feel
I would pick myself up but I have lost all sense of gravity and can’t tell if I’m up or down
besides that going home is going nowhere
I only shrug when people ask if I’m okay because I can’t connect words to what runs
burns
under my skin
everyone says I’m a keeper
they say
that girl she’s got a heart of gold…
so maybe you needed the money and that’s why you stole it
I’d like an explanation
and I’d like the chance to tell you
some thoughts I picked up along the way
but I stand a better chance of catching the moon like a moth in my hands
than of you facing me
So I will just have to focus on not stumbling through the weeks
as I wait for my equilibrium to fix itself
and for my ears to stop straining to hear your voice in a crowd
this is the end
and I know the story has more pages
but I have lost interest in the next chapter

©jayetomas2014

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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2 Responses to The End

  1. den169 says:

    You are, indeed, a writer! Peace.

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