Pelgris

So tired and shameless
Unhappy and aimless
This poet is stuck on repeat
Each phrase, mindless
Needing to rhyme
For reasons not mine
Just looking for a bit of the sweet
But too bitter now
Having lost to be found
I’ve long lost the sound
… Of your breathing
These thoughts of mine
In rhythm in rhyme
Can’t stop thinking
It’s the endings that pull me forward
But to what?
to what do I have to look toward
When all I am is without you
Better the end than the begin
Because then
At least I know where I stand
… Without you