I'm finishing the story,
How can it be true?
I'm nearing the end;
There is no future to see.
It doesn't feel real
But it is—it's all going to be over.
Months it's been since this world's been right,
Hours it's been since I've seen light.
I don't want to leave,
Not yet, it's too soon
But yet, the ending has come.
I don't know what's real.
Do you know it hurts to leave me here?
Bleeding, scarred, begging for someone to see,
And you won't shed a single tear—
Even though we've been through so much—for me.
Didn't you know?
You trap me up
Like you could chain
My beaten heart away.
You build your walls
And sorrow calls
To say that you have changed.
The prison now
Stands still and dead
Hello Spring,
I see you down the cobbled path;
Your flowers lead the way,
I run after you—two can play this game.
Hello Spring,
When it rains, I still chase you
Comments
This is a response poem to a poem I wrote almost a year ago, which was in the 2024 Anthology.
love this!! also totally get how you feel--i'm nearing the end of the first draft of my book and it'll be so hard to leave all the characters/their story...
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