The End Of Me Poem by sandra lagos

The End Of Me



Ticking, ticking are the hands on the clock
I haven't moved an inch from my dark and lonely spot
Where I sit lamenting on this torturous pain
That has me questioning if I would still pass for sane
Walking around like a ghost from the past
Trying to return to where i was happiest last
Knowing that those memories will forever evade my prayer
Makes this overwhelming abandonment harder, and harder to bear
So now I beg death to take my hand and lead me down
To that eternal sleep where I neither hear nor make a sound
For not even the sun is hot enough to warm my heart
Why care for myself when for you i was so easy to discard
And now I leave this world without so much as a whisper
With passing time my death will be no more than just a ripple
In the lives of those to whom i might have been of use
I die with a smile knowing I will no longer be abused
It was too hard to fight off the pain, it was crippling my being
When did you get so much control without me even seeing
I'm growing weaker by the minute just thinking of this love
Or should I say rather, a sad and painful lack there of
Slowly I die knowing you won't so much as shed a tear
And you never again will remember me, especially now that i disappear

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