The End Is Closer Then The Start. Poem by WIN VENTURA

Silence disturbs me,
Like plain blank paper.
It remains there patiently,
Waiting for an answer.

Filling the spaces.
Trying to find the words that fit.
It isn't going anywhere…
I am frustrated…..separated like puzzle pieces! ! ! !

Saw your online icon…flashes.
Like a lightning…It strike me.
Out of nowhere…
With a blink of my eyes
Words came in…creeping in my head.

Jumping onto the words….easily! ! ! !
For a time I ride the line….steadily! ! ! !
Then dropping off my pen,
Closed my eyes…stared into my mind.
The rhyme goes rolling by.

I see…
The poem has painful broken colors,
Bits of heartbreaking sound.
Not much in good shape.
Nothing to be proud off….! ! !

Sob! ! ! ….sob! ! ! !
With my head low, looking down,
Tears plunge to the floor…drops by drops.
Had to look away..
And wait, ....wait...wait! ! ! !

With a heavy heart,
I continued….
This is what I could write: -

Our friendship is not what it used to be,
The hurt and pain is all I see.
It is a shame to let it all end,
But this is the only way..
To make you understand.

All our arguments ended us for good,
All we hear now is a painful silence.
No more sounds of breaking hearts,
The end is closer then the start....

Let it be…..let it rest
One day u will realize, it’s all for our best
Your heart must be filled once more,
Now walk into the reality door...
Go….go, don’t look back, just go! ! ! !