The End

• Brian Callaghan
• Poetry
• 2010

My mind is in many a place
Drifting to sleep
Remembering her face
A memory to keep

Vision plays tricks on me
Blurred shapes attacking me
Darkness surrounds me
Consciousness leaving me

My thoughts are being attacked
Images swirling fast
What's fiction and what's fact
Distinction will not last

Vision plays tricks on me
Blurred shapes attacking me
Darkness surrounds me
Consciousness leaving me

My eyelids start to close
Her face burns inside
Emotion's gift i suppose
Memories full of pride

Reflection, sacrifice
Affection, running deep
Confusion, disorientation
Depression, i begin to weep

Vision plays tricks on me
Blurred shapes attacking me
Darkness surrounds me
Consciousness leaving me

The end approaching
My heart is hoping
For a new beginning
Eternity consuming

The End