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After The End

After the end of the book
There’s an invisible chapter
That plays a vital role
In the trivial hole
Of nowhere.

Like sirens harping their thoughtless musings
Upon the rocks of a dying day,
Judgment’s haunting ghost
Didn’t know better than to boast
About regaining it’s allegiance.

We’re late for the train
That’s bound for a lonely destination,
But let’s not forget
That after sunset,
There’s no going back.

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  • Palas Kumar Ray
    November 18
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    Your words come like prophecy that can not be ignored.One has to certainly muse.


  • Tirrell
    November 8

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    nice. This is a joy to read, it is fun just the way the words roll off the tongue and yet your quality keeps ratcheting up the imagery and I love the scenes that play there... Nicely done Brandon, keep up the great work!!! --Robert


  • Xxcant runxX
    November 5
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    incredable great job

  • firefly star
    November 1
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    wow. i absolutely loved the title. thanks for sharing this was a very interesting read.


  • Lowell Poe
    October 29

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    What a great title and opening paragraph...
    i really like this begining...
    the end of an epic reading,
    but there is a chapter that exists that few see...
    thee most important..
    that tells of a portal that leads to an endless search to nowhere.
    This is very very interesting...
    I get the visual of someone completing a book...closing it,
    but never really knowing the end or the message for they have not the range...
    the wide scope to see.


    Like sirens harping their thoughtless musings
    Judgment’s haunting ghost
    Didn’t know better than to boast
    About regaining it’s allegiance.

    Here the poet says or almost seem to ask without a question..
    How was this chapter missed as you chase false inspirations...
    "Like sirens harping their thoughtless musings"

    as all slips away: "upon the rocks of a dying day"
    as your confidence fools you into thinking it will be easy to regain.

    but the end....there's the pot o gold ....the punch...right between the eyes...
    finding we have dallied towards our inevitable fate....loneliness
    our confidence shattered..knowing the boasting was fuital and there is no changing it now.
    So cool the title is for this piece...after the end....i love that...i really do...
    so intriguing...
    this was excellent..
    and of course this was all my own take....
    you may have had a different meaning while writing it...
    but thats what i love about poetry...
    thats what is so very good about yours.....
    you really steeped out of yourself here ...went out on a limb to be poignantly vague..with your powerful mind you bend these words to hope and Armageddon...a warning before stepping lightly and carelessly...
    LOVE IT!.....
    Why on earth was this not on here when you created it...
    believe in yourself brother...you got it in ya...
    Let it out.....when ya think to much....it all gets lost...get it down first...look at it then see...i think thats exactly what you did here...
    thats why this is a masterpiece...

    Never doubt ...
    you are a poet,
    Liam

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