The End

Ink shattered with despair, crippled withered hands waiting in the balance, the hour glass stops and the world begins to shake, the window slams shut and they whisper "shh" lost in a fog, where to run? The end welcomes new issues. without thee question still remains. Who is thee? What has thee done. Silent fills the room and the screams take over. Ripping, pulling the heart out. Feel the pain as you choke on your words, as you swallow your pride. Eyes tremble the flood-gates open and the music notes ascend. Dreams wash away and death grows within. Darkness takes over, Love gone. The woman shuts the book and closes her eyes. Never to open them again, for she lived her life, She loved and lost. She grew old and weak and lonely. Her hour glass has ran out and her world is no more. Questions remain and stand still frozen forever in time.

Copyright 2012 Brittney Monique Taylor