Poems

The end

The end

It’s the end,
I can feel it.
Look here,
I’m kneeling.

Down to my knees,
Nothing’s remaining.

No feelings,
Only pain.
No joys,
Only strain.

Like slow poisoning,
In my veins.
I’m gradually slipping,
Into the end.

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