My End Poem by Zanzoo Mindanase

My End



This is me.

One last cut
One last smoke
One more cut
One more smoke...

One more look inside
to again find nothing new,
but nothing old.
A void in life after love
taken by a life after love
To think once more...

My last cut, deeper
My last smoke, longer
I say move on; let it go.
To think my last on it...

The final cut

My End
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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