End it

[ButrosButros_Grantos]

End it, end it.
The voices suggest.
End it, end it.
Who am I to resist?
End it, end it.
There are no answers.
Not in an empty bottle.
Not in an empty hand.
Not in an empty world.
Not in an empty heart.
There are no answers.
End it.

End it, end it.
The voices alluring.
End it, end it.
No argument.
End it, end it.
There is no hope.
Not in a broken home.
Not in a broken man.
Not in a broken trust.
Not in a broken heart.
There is no hope.
End it.

End it, end it.
The voices command.
End it, end it.
I can’t resist.
End it, end it.
There is no love.
Not in a forgotten tryst.
Not in a forgotten moment.
Not in a forgotten promise.
Not in a forgotten heart.
End it.

End it, end it.
The voices said.
End it, end it.
I already have.
End it, end it.
There is nothing.
I have no answers.
I have no hope.
I have no love.
I have nothing.
End it.
End it.
End it.

 

[lystra]

vry nice work

 

[wastedwalrus]

I sincerely mean it when I say that's a fantastic poem. The repetition is haunting and wonderfully dark. No rhyme scheme or meter but you pulled it off very well.

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

End it, end it.
Who am I to resist?
End it, end it.
There are no answers.
Not in an empty bottle.
Not in an empty hand.
Not in an empty world.
Not in an empty heart.
There are no answers.
End it.

.

Grant that's a fantastic piece of work, clearly born out of spontaneous suffering of some sort... the best type of art is always born that way.

The repeditive 'End it, end it' stanza works really well here to convey to the reader that inner voice that keeps speaking logic to you but you struggle really hard to ignore it.

For the very reason you're repeating it rather than doing it, it's imbued with an underlying doubt... albeit one that you never express the reasons for here.

An intriguing poem

 

[colicolo]

gold :D