The Last Words....A Poem by Still HiddenWhen it ends and there is nothing you can do about itYou can reread them as many times as you want. It won’t change the ending to the story. It won’t make the story continue. It exhausts every part of you. If only you could stretch that last sentence out, just a bit longer..... It could never be long enough.
When you sit there, at that moment, the moment you realize it’s over, paralysis sets in and you turn the page to see a blank slate. There are no more words, no more story. It’s just what it is. A blank page.
You beg, “Please don’t end.” But there’s nobody to hear your cries. There is nothing you can do. It’s time to close the book. The only chance you have to keep the story alive is to reread it over and over again... always hoping for a new ending. © 2024 Still HiddenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorStill HiddenWestchester, NYAboutBeen through a lot. Have many words. Not sure what these words are worth. more..Writing
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