Ending
by Martha K.

He cried like a child in the corner of nonexistent walls
With a dream clutched between his tiny paws.
He wept the coming days
He swallowed the words
Bitter death.
To live knowing the end
To live waiting for tomorrow to meet on yesterday’s feet
To repeat and repeat
To count your heart beat
To grow a century older in the split of a second
To watch your feet bleed
On the cheeks of an invisible path.
He cried like a child
Knowing he will never love again
Never trust again
For he has been taken for a fool hundreds of times
For they have burned his sun
Killed his moon
Stole his time.
He cried
Moaning on his own funeral
Burying his own soul,
For he no longer had a footstep in this world.
He cried
Rivers of blood.
No one saw, no one felt
The birth of the beast they have created;
He slept a rabbit and woke a crying predator.