The End of Me

"I've come to the end of me,

And this is all I can do.

Does that make sense?" she asks,

Intensity blazing in her eyes, the fire

There drying up the tears so that they

Rise in little unsees rifts of smoke,

Clouding her vision as she strains against the verge,

The end of her rope,

Crying out,

"I've come to the end of me,

And this is all I can do.

Does that make sense?"

~6/8/04