The End Poem by James Devany

The End



In my hate
I suffocate
Choking on words
That seal my fate

Loosen your hold
Pale centerfold
Beauty reflected
By blood run cold

This, my thought
Could not be fought
The darkened past
Leaves me distraught

And so what if you hate me inside?
You still call yourself a friend.
The patients i had for you has died.
Consider this the end.

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