We all dream of the end.
The big house, and two cars,
the dog, and two children running in the yard.
Our partner beside us lounging on the veranda,
watching the movie unfold before us.
We want to skip the scanning, the awkward texts,
the self-conscious thoughts, skip the overthinking,
about their friends, you can’t stand. Even though
at the end of the night it’s you they’d Skype,
because all that is too hard.
We want it easy, the perfect partner placed
right in our laps, wake up! no one is perfect.
And just like that, the screen went blank.
The lights rose, this movie has only reached
intermission. Don’t live in fear.
Get up and go find your, almost
perfect one.
Poetry 101 Rehab: End
You’re not at the end of your time.
8 responses to “At The End Of Time”
I like your poem.
Thank you 🙂
Lovely! I resonate a lot with this poem, especially the end. I love that wish of: go find something better. Something better is out there! Thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.
Brilliant – so to the point! I couldn’t agree more with the sentiments expressed in this little gem of a poem. Thank you for sharing your insight!
Thank you 🙂
It’s very clear and your writing is practically refusing to keep things a secret. You did well 🙂 I like it.
Thank you lol 🙂