POETRY

The End of Him

Why so drawn

And this pursuit

That's unfulfilled

 

Where does it go

When unmet at crossroads

And why so much

With no one to share it  

 

I cannot understand

Why it must suffer

But only that

It might rise again

Something more full

 

In the end

It is a moth into the light

He knows it will be the end of him

But he goes anyway