The End Of The Affair Poem by Jan Sand

The End Of The Affair



The net that hooks
One to one
Bleeds when severed.
From broken threads
Small needle screams
Puncture hope,
Call death cracks
To multiply, race to fracture
Flat facades
To powdered fogs
Of blinded indecision.
Lay we now
In crumbled rubble.
One reprieved eye
Calls out for
A shaft of sun
To splash warmth
Across dismembered fields.

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