the ending is the worst in the read
it drifts me into an existence that
never will be, and leaves me exhausted
for i read till it is done, even if i
temper myself, even if i say only
ten pages here, twenty there i
cannot follow my formulae: it
must be read and done with and
then the sadness, another ending
another unnecessary ending to my
life: had i only read slower, took
each moment in as it should have
been taken: it would have lasted
just that much longer: instead read
unpaused, sleep secondary until
the moment the book was closed
and the fatigue was all that was left
dreams of such a life payment enough
