At The End - Poem by Peter Madden
I stand alone..
alone in the dark...
the truth of my soul laid bare..
even though there is no one to see...
my heart has grown still and cold...
with only the memory of its beating left behind..
slowly fading into the velvet realms embrace...
consumed by the deafening darkness...
im little more than memories now...
pale reflections of the man i was...
staring back from the black mirror that i called my soul...
twisted shadows and echos of a fallen life....
in that darkness a flame burns..
like a candle in a windless night....
drawing my eyes relentlessly unto its glare...
warmth seeping from its flicker...
so now as the end draws ever near...
as darkness beckons with welcome arms...
the memory of you burns bright within my heart...
and i know that even in the dark..
im never alone....
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