All good Things (must) Come to an End...
Poem by Tony Chapman
All good things
come to an end.
Sneer:
vicious, barbed wire
rusty edges.
A happy time was had by all
all good things come to an end.
Bare your teeth,
bite the hand
that doles out
good times then
takes them back.
Put:
the sunsets
into a black, lead-lined box,
bury it in mud.
Put:
the grey, stone hills
the curlew's call
the rock wall
the torn sky
the seabird's cry
the warm wind
the salt sea
the soft arm
the breath of life
the embrace
the laughter
that releases
dry leaves and flying bullets
into a black box
(lead-lined for preservation)
and bury it
out on the mud flats
deep
so it won't be found
for a million years
then
wander back
to the concrete jungle:
twisting of limbs
paint scraper of skins
sandpaper of bones.
All good things
Come
to an end.
*This is just caught me completely off guard. I never thought my life could come around as a circle like this. I wish there could be something else to help me get through this. I don't want to suffer that kind of phase anymore...please no more
**Thanks for whoever wrote this poem, tell you the truth, it really break my heart just by reading it...
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