At The End

"Sitting Here On A Bench. 

  Looking Into The Sunset. 

  Wondering Whats Next.

   To Come In This Lingering....Life   

   

 Somewhere Out There. 

  Is Still A Piece Of Me. 

   That I Must Find To Make. 

    Me Complete Once More. 

 As I Look Down I See A Wurm. 

  Sliding Its Way To Survive. 

   Another Day Goes By With. 

    Its Way To Live Again. 

 Watching The World Move.   

  Quickly Around Me To See. 

    A World Within Lost Reason. 

     To Remember Why They Are Here. 

 But As It Moves By Fast.

  I'm The One Who Sees My Life. 

   Slowly Come To Halt Within A Growing.

    Reason To Be At The End Alone Yet Again."

Reviews

[DreamWeaver 2154]

I see te same uestion that is endlessly asked: what is our meaing, our purpose? How do we define ourselves, make our mark? This poem is simple but powerful in its own right. Well done.

[Cherrie]

Your poem is lithe and hints at hope but is a little on the lonely side