The Finish...
It was a messy finish-
a very jagged end-
with shards of pain
all shooting
and impossible to mend...
It was a hurting heart beat-
a very chilling stop-
with streams of tears
all running
and a life about to pop...
It was nasty turning-
a very anxious twist-
with words of
condescension
and a day all dulled in mist...
Joy Weare.
21st August, 2008.
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