The end.

Prompt: Death is but a bridge crossing into the unknown.

They try to tell me that death is not the end,
and they speak of some metaphorical bridge
that crosses from one world to another,
from the known to the unknown,
from here to there,
away from me…

And I shut them out,
their well-intentioned platitudes
and their misguided beliefs
(if they even truly believe and
aren’t just mouthing sympathetic fairy tales),
and I ache with the kind of grief
that knows that there is no goddamned bridge,
there is no goddamned rainbow-slathered Disneyland
where we’ll be reunited for a time
that stretches beyond all time
that has ever passed before.

Because I know….
this was the end.

Author: Elle

Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.

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