Upon Reaching the End
#poem #poetry #theend I can only blame myself. The dread, the pain, slightly different yet the same. The fleeting glimpse of joy- temporary, I knew. Knew it all along, knew it couldn’t last, knew that it would burn and choke and tear apart my silly, hopeful heart- knew that time was limited, even from the start. I wish my path had never crossed the book my cousin lent me.