Verse Archive
The Bitter Finale
I couldn't remember
how many lines were written.
I only could feel
the pain of my hand—
I failed to see
the deeper meaning
as my heart cried that night—
the seam fell apart
torn by the thought
of an opportunity—
in an instant
the power was wrought,
the climax had surged
and the finale
was the bitterness
of a young man's
foolish mind.