Facing The End

I start the car,

Cringing at the engine.

I hope they don't hear.

The door is closed and mine are closing.

The end is drawing near.

I pick up the phone, dial the number.

His voice is the last I'll hear.

This is the one that I hold dear.

Ring

(He doesn't answer.)

Ring

(He doesn't answer.)

Ring

(He doesn't answer.)

I hang up the phone,

Roll down the window.

This is the end,

And I'll face it alone.

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[The Winter Grey]

What a very heartbreaking piece. It is awash with utter hopelessness, just as this situation would be. It's very well-written, and the sheer pain in the tone shines through perfectly.