Should have known<\/p>\n
It would, come to an end. I was<\/p>\n
Surprised, sadness – it comes in biting<\/p>\n
Waves, like the mosquitos of a hot summer day<\/p>\n
Taking a piece of your flesh, leaving you<\/p>\n
With an itcy, unsatisfied feeling…<\/p>\n
I MUST tell the truth! It’s the only way I know<\/p>\n
How to come to terms with this…melancholy inside of me<\/p>\n
I am a little, just a tiny bit, bitter. I am the leftover<\/p>\n
Grease, dark, burnt, and flaky<\/p>\n
Barely retaining the flavor of whatever was<\/p>\n
Cooked in the frying pan.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The end is a bittersweet, burnt flavor. Unsatisfying, surprised to see it’s<\/p>\n
Body so close to those last three\u00a0words…The end<\/p>\n
I want to caress The End, tell him that we are<\/p>\n
Not over, only, Passing time<\/p>\n
Until i return..trying to fix whatever was wrong…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The End…it is the\u00a0END\u00a0of this poem, and I am not ready!<\/p>\n
I am not ready, I am not ready, I am not ready…<\/p>\n
There is still so much more to say, so much more to do, so much more to<\/p>\n
Fret over, words to correct, phrases to rearrange, add, subtract, alter, and obliterate.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When I<\/p>\n
First became a writer…truly, I began to write poetry and<\/p>\n
Short stories…I thought I understood<\/p>\n
Shakespeare on some level. How he must have felt<\/p>\n
After ending every sonnet, every play…<\/p>\n
How Jane Austen must have felt..ending Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility..<\/p>\n
How Maya Angelou<\/p>\n
Must have felt after ending Still I Rise and<\/p>\n
Phenomenal Woman<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It is never enough, I realize this – Not. Ever.<\/p>\n
A writer’s job is never done, the craft must always strive to<\/p>\n
Be the absolute best of our psyches, inner workings of both<\/p>\n
Our minds and our hearts, working together in a passionate<\/p>\n
Loving embrace, attempting to make sense of the<\/p>\n
Chaotic, beautiful, ugly and peaceful world around us<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
..Her mind never shuts off, even if the End is so<\/p>\n
Unbearably near..<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But it must, it is<\/p>\n
The End.<\/p>\n
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