The End Is Near. Poem by skylar matzner
The End Is Near.
I am near
to the end of my years
It's cold and i can see my breath
it kinda reminds me of death
I want to go home
just not alone
I need a host
just not that stupid ghost
I'm home
but I'm not alone
I know you're close
Is that you ghost
Now that I'm at the end of my years
Can you come here
I don't wanna die alone
Not in my own home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/29/2026 4:00:50 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This is intriguing. I like that we can see the development of the speaker as he/she grows old, from rejecting the ghost - to beckoning it. Good write~