Rico

Leeched life lingering
denying death, dragging
existence endlessly
onwards, opening
dead dreams, failed fantasies

petrel}

Don't feel like that--ha, you say, like words can stop it.

Remember we're all rooting for you.

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A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

P. G. Wodehouse, Uneasy Money

TheUberManlyMan

Here's a purely analytical reaction:

I adore alliteration! I especially liked "lingering" and "dragging." I could just feel the syllables slopping off of my tongue.

I was a tad curious about the title, since the whole poem seems to be about not ending and sluggishly continuing.

In all, this poem felt like a sour candy: Not all that big, but exploding with powerful flavor after the very first taste.

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"And that's all I have to say about that"
- Forrest Gump

teflon

I think it is rightfully concise and imagistic. This could be one of your unique styles.

Rico

petrel, I know you're rooting for me. thank you.

theubermanlyman, this poem is about not being able to end, about never being able to just give it all in.

teflon: thank you.