The Meaning of Ends

A man contemplates life and it's value as he debates jumping off a cliff or suffering through it all a little longer.

I'm on a ride and I want to get off

Beacuse I realize now that life is

Nothing but a foggy dream.

And now I'm standing on the edge of sanity.

 

Does the end mean more than the means?

I can't be sure because, really, I never cared

About ends.  Ends bring beginnings, and I certainly

Do not enjoy those.  Especially if there's love involved.

 

Love, the fickle thing that crushed my heart.

The thing all mortals search for and die for,

And even sometimes live for.  But that's a rarity.

Love never stays long enough for that.

 

Do you have a heart?  If you do, lock it up and

Throw the damn key away.  It's better to be indifferent.

It's better not to feel.  Feeling means pain, and really

That's all life is.  Pain and suffering.

 

And now, as I stand here, contemplating it all,

It begins to dawn on me.  None of it matters

Because, in the end, there's just darkness.

Darkness and closure, an end for eternity.

 

I sort-of smile then shrug off something

That's been haunting me--lost things.  Loves.

I step back, sigh, closing my eyes to it all.

And then I'm free.

Author's Note

Did he jump or not? Your thoughts?

Reviews

[Jon Sanders]

Very abstract
Experiement with concrete imagery to draw upon
If I tried to talk about hate VS Parking tickets and bubble gum on the bottom of my shoe,