how did we get here love,
here at the place
where the sky glances back at the earth
here at the end of our world.
didn't you know
dreams can kill us;
not with their fantasies and wishes,
but by viewing the world, our world
past black and white and
into all the colors of gray.
we were always destined for endings
you and I, left for dead
our souls siphoned out of us
from the jackals feasting on our lives.
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I like your poem. It is sad to have moved forward with great progress to the edge of the horizon itself and yet have no where else to go, feeling that others are sucking the life out of you, and watching a relationship end with someone with whom you formally had a great connection and who has now chosen to go his or her own separate way.