The Bitter End Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Tangled words sharpened upon skin
the distance created like the Atlantic roaring.
How to come together now, where to begin
both tied to a ship, watching it slowly sink
combative eyes locked to a promise
souls traded to fire, given away brutally
destroying all there was in their early gift,
smiling as each pulse to body begins to tire.
He says, “rest your weapon in me, one last time”
He retorts, “bleed well my love, bleed the love dry”;
the end of lovers dragged out, broken against time
final breaths herald their consequential divide.




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