The End

The End

And so it ends,
with a carelessly mortal phrase;
a turn of the head,
an emotional daze.

Why the surprise?
It all ends in the end.
No-one cares,
We all pretend.

But it burns,
in the empty vastness inside.
At the centre of nothing,
too crushed to cry.

No-one comes to save you.

A shabby eviction.
You shamble, confused and pathetic,
outcast, alone:
loser, bathetic

And no-one comes to save you.

MARK GREENLAND

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