Another End

Lovely spring snow and rain galore.

Sun shines brightly and the air is filled with

bass guitar and tender voices,

high concentration of anticipated ends

 

lingers on the mellow breeze.

From alcohol-scented pores on the long

highways, nesting in the snow as it might be

the last one around.

 

Four years this time they won't be allowed

to be a reckless, drunken mess, but for now

all is forgiven. Live and let live among these

paper thin dreams scorched with snow,

 

scorched with heavy promises of all things said,

of all the things waiting for them after the end.

Safety consumed me until a certain wave of jet black hair

convinced me I'm running out of time myself.

Reviews

[Lydia]

This is very interesting, and well writtten. Great job!

This is an amazing poem! I love your choice of words and the way your poem tells a vivid story. Pure talent, right here!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A perfect outlook of fierce emotion, well done, good read.