• Skip to main content
  • Skip to secondary menu
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer

Poetry Catalog

We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.

  • Home
  • About
  • Contact
  • Submit Your Work
  • Writers
  • Advertising / Subscription

The Ending, By: Allison Walters Luther

June 9, 2025 by Allison Walters Luther

The Ending, By: Allison Walters Luther

Her eyes of blue
And the tears they shed
At the slamming of the door
And the pain in her head

Too late to save it
Too early to be free
Trite fucking platitudes
“It’s not you, it’s me”

Promises to be broken
And silences to keep
Questions left unanswered
No peace to sleep

Screams become whispers
In the space between
Two once joined
Now only darkness seen

She stands alone
As she always knew
How it would end
“It’s not me, it’s you.”

Share this:

  • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
  • Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest

Related

Filed Under: Poems

Get Every Post In Your Inbox 😳

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
(This is not the newsletter.)

Primary Sidebar

Never Miss A Poem (Newsletter)

Be Social

  • X
  • Facebook

Top Posts & Pages

  • Life Inside My Snow Globe, By: Mary Bone
    Life Inside My Snow Globe, By: Mary Bone
  • The Song Of The Children, By: G.K. Chesterton
    The Song Of The Children, By: G.K. Chesterton
  • The Smell Of Food, By: Mary Bone
    The Smell Of Food, By: Mary Bone
  • Filled, By: Erin Jamieson
    Filled, By: Erin Jamieson
  • End Of The Season, By: Mary Bone
    End Of The Season, By: Mary Bone
  • Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone
    Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone
  • I Could Stay Lost, By: Mary Bone
    I Could Stay Lost, By: Mary Bone
  • Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part II. - XII - The Vaudois, By: William Wordsworth
    Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part II. - XII - The Vaudois, By: William Wordsworth
  • On Seeing A Needlecase In The Form Of A Harp - The Work Of E.M.S., By: William Wordsworth
    On Seeing A Needlecase In The Form Of A Harp - The Work Of E.M.S., By: William Wordsworth
  • Inscriptions - Supposed To Be Found In And Near A Hermit's Cell, 1818 - I, By: William Wordsworth
    Inscriptions - Supposed To Be Found In And Near A Hermit's Cell, 1818 - I, By: William Wordsworth

Advertising/Subscribing = Loving

Buy Me A Coffee

Sign up for the newsletter. Get a gift.

Footer

Made with ❤ in Lubbock, TX.

Poetry Catalog Sponsors

Haiku Examples

Search

Copyright © 2025 · Magazine Pro on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in