The end.

I've been trying to

tell myself that I can

still hold on to something,

but both our grips

have loosened.

And when I look

at our foundation

I see nothing but

a crumbled heap

of dust and dirt.

Something beyond recognition.

And I don't think

I can be bothered

to fix this anymore.

Author's Note

The title is probably temporary, but then again I say that with almost everything I write.

Reviews

[Kelsey]

Saying this as both your friend and a fellow writer, I think this is one of my favorite pieces of yours. I really like your choice of words, and the setup is interesting, but in a good way. I like where the pauses are, and I like the idea of the piece. All in all, I really enjoyed it, and I wish to see more of your poems in the future. Message them to me on Facebook if you're not sure of posting them on here, even - I always love reading your stuff. x

[Taylor]

Woah really? I wasn't sure about this one. Actually, I was going to send it to you yesterday before posting but after like a few hours of you not responding I just went ahead and posted in anyways. But thank you!

[Carrigan]

Absolutely sublime! I love this because, yes this is a poem, but it's very freestyled and flows like a confession. My favorite thing about this is how you wrote it down - in kind of a thick pillar way that benefits the poem indefinitely!

[gatzie]

this is the first piece am reading here.. wow, i feel great to have started my journey reading a wonderful piece of writing.. i loved it, your choice of words are indeed beautiful, loved it..

[Taylor]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)