Of countless tears that bathe the pillowcase?
Of shards of broken glass scattered carelessly?
Of unassuming smiles masking an aching sorrow?
What do you know of the end
Of flickering beacons of humanity
Dying out in the swirling mist of hate
Of retracted hands, poisonous
As a jellyfish's tentacles
Of slipping fingers, tantalising dreams
dangling beyond your grasp?
Of course you know of endings
Of broken trusts and patched up hearts.
Of the shadowy nights and faltering will
Of oblivion, solitude, isolation.
And also of wisdom that says the sun shall rise
And the rays will heal your open wounds
Of the night being darkest before dawn
And that the end ever ends with a beginning.
What do you know about the end?
Just that it will come and you'll begin again.