The End

The End

And as the days go by you rub away at me,
And peel back the pages of my skin,
Soon I shall be raw, sore and broken.
As you undo me,
So you have undone me again,
And I am me and you are you and we are nothing.

I am broken.

And your hands are too small to gather me up,
So I fall through the cracks of your fingers each day a little more.
Then what's left is the black side the dark side,
The spiteful Sharpe bits like the leftovers of a roast chicken.

Photos of us are in the shadows overcast by clouds,
Our hands held strong covered by darkness.
Sat with the what ifs and the could of done.
 
So I wait and you wait for the sun to shift and show us the light,
But the clouds don't move and we never again feel the same.
So we are gone,
Fallen to the low ground the ground beneath the grounds where people rarely go as they never make it back again.

Claw away at the mud cracked on our bodies trying to reach the light.

Everyday the we that we were is further away.

After a time we close our eyes and forget what was till there is nothing left of us.

Just two people who used to be in love.

Reviews

[Emily B]

yes, yes

this is poetry, good poetry

[Vidya Bacchus]

A very heartfelt poem the very words claw away at you.Nicely penned:)

[BubblingMe]

Sad, but a nice written poem!