The Endless

The Endless

It must end

This body can stand no more

My heart's tearing my soul from my mind

I want to write of happiness

Of love and joy

But impossible it be when darkness be my only friend

I feel only pain and my heart bleeds

Death would not end the sorrow

It must end

In three short years it has come

I sold God in the market place of man

The money looked good but has now tarnished

I numbed my mind with the many truths of this world

But the truths have become lies

I gave my body for love

But now I am wanted not

I have nothing left to sell or give

A worthless shell remains to haunt me

Oh that the winds of torment would destroy the broken pieces

But the gods of this world seek their revenge

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry dear friend.
"I have nothing left to sell or give
A worthless shell remains to haunt me
Oh that the winds of torment would destroy the broken pieces
But the gods of this world seek their revenge"
The above lines. A Hemingway ending or a Jack London quote. "We cannot win at life or love. The Gods always win." Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this poem. You honor and humble me by comparing me to Hemingway and London.

[Coyote Poetry]

I lived this poem and you are welcome. I believe Hemingway and Jack London would love this poem.

[H.L. Cerveise]

This is something I wrote about thirty years ago and I just found it again recently. It is from the archive I talked about finding in another poem.

[B]

God is merciful
99 percent of his mercy is in heaven and judgement day
On earth we have 1 percent
And he won't hurt anyone
That can see sadness in being lost
Or longing for the truth
He will hold you

You made me think so much

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this poem. This is another one from the Lost Archives I found recently. I wrote it when in my early 20s