End Of The Line

End Of The Line short poem

The heat of a sultry summers day
and the news wasn’t good,
you were going away.

Vow’s made by the lovers brook
are just trickling memories
of a love that you took.

A heart that once was full of life
is now but an empty shell
on the edge of a knife.

A vignette, closing in on a world,
as into the deep dark abyss
my mind was hurled.

Dreams and goals we shared as a bond
are slowly creeping away
as thief, to abscond.

The feelings, the love of life we shared,
the togetherness, the passion
was beyond compare.

All drifting by on the hands of time
and forever out of reach,
no longer mine.

I reach out to you a last trembling hand
but you slip through my fingers
like soft silken sand.

I have nought but love as a parting gift,
the pride that at one time
your heart I could lift.

A memory will live for years to come,
as we finally reach the end
and all is said and done.

Written by Darren Scanlon, 11th June 2014
Revised 17th June 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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@dartherino your parting words might jolt the love object to come to her senses and stay. We just hope the magnificence of the couplets expressing a monologue of despair at a love reaching a limiting point would do wonders to extend farther the line instead of ending it. A pleasant read.

Makaylah Downs

This is such a beautiful poem. I could feel the loss as I read it.


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