this poem is to show bothe men and women feel and react to the pain of being alone.
The Last Sleep
Her hair frames her face while looking off into the abyss.
She drops her coin into a waterless well.
Her hands feel only the cold stones, when she yearns to feel warm flesh.
Her lips ache as she cries, longing for that one kiss.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
He looks for her as he runs in no direction.
His sweat mixes his tears as his soul cries for her love.
He knows she never existed, but the loss is painful.
He now knows his way as he makes a coarse correction.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
They reach for the sharp escape from this empty pain.
They cry out into the night as their warm life slips.
They no longer hurt as their eyes darken.
They are free from life, that heavy strain.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Ryan Hadley
