Nicholas Paradis - The End

Could you imagine a worst end
Than slumping on a slope
Alone, coated with snow,
Just you and the moon
And boots saluting the night,
Fading into a stupor
As some frozen drool
On a mountain's frothed mouth?

Or perhaps
Adrift over the ocean depths
Wave crests surging your boat's bow
As salt poison floods the hull
Moving you down low into a lost void
Around as a dead fish in a toilet.

Is the end when you know it?
Or is it until truth stabs you?
Could it leave a broad, measureless wound
And a pulseless heart of dull ache?
Truly, the worst end never comes too soon.
It is life alone knowing,
No one has ever loved you.

Nicholas Paradis

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