This is Not the End
This is the end.
This is where you,
Blurry-eyed from tears,
Stumble home
(You always thought home must be a place on Earth
Oh, how wrong you were)
No one told you
About anything,
About the what comes after, about
A life only viewed as precious
Due to its destined cessation
This is where the truth spills
Like water from a broken pipe
Your mind is the sponge which
Absorbs each puddle of information
As you make sure to repeat the words
Not three, nor five, but several times
As you learn of a light that never burns out
This is where the corruption inside is strangled,
Choked until it ceases to exist
As anything but an ache in your chest
You couldn’t remember the crimes you have committed,
Never mind why
So you would disappear under a heap of blankets,
Trying not to think of the person you must be
But you can’t push the thought away forever,
And now you know, for
This is where every memory comes flooding back
You are reminded of each triumph and defeat
From the start of time to your last moments on Earth
Someone told you,
About everything,
About what comes after, only
To be told these are not the kind of memories
You have the capability to keep
This not the end,
This is where you,
Screaming, forcing the tears that won’t come,
Crawl back to what you call home,
(Though only because you don't know any better)
This is the beginning.