A Journeys End.

the passing of life.

Bright white, tears at your eyes.
Unable to move,
unable to breath.
Solitary, yet surrounded.

This beautiful tragedy.
Unacceptable, but undeniable.
Agonising pain, followed by
agonising numbness.

We are warm,
and yet feel nothing but cold.
Our hands, still in place,
iehter side of this tablet.

Wimpers echoe through
this hell.
All cut to a singular
sound of an exhale, but no inhale.

All these feelings fade,
disperse into the dark.
but which you first thought was cold,
you find only warmth.

Reviews

[DarkRainbowPie]

Sad, but, sooo enjoyable. :') It's one of these poems that I want to keep reading until I've grasped some meaning behind every line, and I'll enjoy each read. It's very well written, nicely done Cathal :') (Give it one more read through, there's, maybe, 2 typos? Just so chuu knows :3 )

[Firefly]

hahaha, just looking over my older poems :) thank you :)

[DarkRainbowPie]

No problem.... fix those typos though, please :3 Agh, OCD has grabbed hold of me! x'D

[Firefly]

Ok ok ok :P