The End of the World

A Sad Story.

A face filled with round holes,

black as a lightless dockside.

You catch me half-through a door,

glasses askew, fingers groping for keys.

You push your pain into my hands,

with the false pride of a cat

dragging a dead bird over a lawn.

I said it`s not the end of the world.

But it was.

Later I walked the streets of the estate,

past yellow lights to the petrol station.

It was a boat that had been out all night.

Reviews

[Circe]

feel the haunt of something lost... a hopeless searching.. the pain that's passed to you, then you begin to wear it.. deep, perplexing imagery... the yellow lights of the boat... absolutely staggering..

[liamc]

Like the cat image Les.

[Kim's Poems]

I really liked this write, made me think a bit.
Nicely written.

[Marie Harrison]

You push your pain into my hands,
with the false pride of a cat
dragging a dead bird over a lawn.

Love this stanza! It's great!