weren’t the credits supposed to roll?
after the lock clicked home
in that room where they send
people like me
wasn’t the story over then?
a cautionary tale
or a morbid show for
them who feign disinterest
but I awoke
deprived an end
given a future
empty as tundra
do I write an end?
or fill that void
make something
just so there is a thing
all I am now is something
overlaying nothing
in the space where
there should have been credits
and it’s pretty good
Your poems are really quite good.
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Well, thank you!
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