A Dead End

There will never be moments

when I have thought about love.

There will never be a time

when silence has been the best antidote.

Thoughts continue to struggle,

words squeeze through

the barred mouth.

Black and white pain

unfolds its ribbon over the heads

of those who have not been comforted.

Ubiquitous loneliness

has become a fear

of the well-known.

What everyone has been waiting

for is a dead end,

it is an endless failure.

An unnecessary poem is expecting

an imminent end.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Sad... Thoughts floating on a lonely wind... Ghosts of what might have been and a heart too tired to fight anymore. These are the things that come to me. Nicely done.

[Writergurl]

There will never be moments
when I have thought about love.
There will never be a time
when silence has been the best antidote.

Love this part, such an emotional read here, nicely expressed