For one of ur poems, The End.That is a desperate poem that suggests the catastrophe of the end....but I like the end of the poem, somehow two people are still surving the crushing end.
anyway this's a good poem! !
The night opens. In black we are ripped wide and the truth Bleeds from us. That feared magnet pulls us desperately, And we are holding and holding and not Letting go, Not letting go. In silence we stand haphazard, Gripped in the eidetic, nameless tide;