Abandoned

Is This The End?

I, at this moment, permit the madding crowd,
Placed their curiosities to my once beloved-
Post-mortem affection, wide-eyed incisions:
"The sign of abandonment is pretty obvious."

One size fits all; their dark humor,
They turn my pain into their lore-
They made a wreck out of my mistakes,
Echoing madness -
"Is this the end?"

I accept their toned-down aggression
As they blessed our corpse with deep abrasions,
Long were the days, mad are the nights:
"The final words he said to him is a long sigh."

Come here and see - my bleeding knees,
They passed my pain; they cherished it;
Patronize me in their altar of guilt,
They speak in my silence:
"Is this the end?"