The Dark End Poem by r james sterzinger

the dark end
the end of love
the end of romance
did it ever exist?

so what's the problem?
Say Ernie!
what do you do when it sputters out?

when the balls you had
that machismo swagger you had
or thought you had flutters down
like a shot quail?

you never had it, fool!

take one more walk
open up the fence
take a look around
it all means nothing

you are more acquainted with your devils than god
a god as distant as the cold rings on
an October moon
what is love?
you have heard of it
it's not ever meant to be yours

the hunt is over

Ernie
when did you make that big leap
you can't come back from?