On the last line now.

A thousand words told without being able to touch anything inside you.

A thousand thoughts going without being able to alter anything inside me.

Thrown out in a cruel cold and terribly lonely world without hope.

Would I be able to survive on memories alone as the ocean waves distance birth.

Strange and tumbled thoughts about the future vanished like morning dew on a hot summer day.

I told a lie straight in your face and you will forever bear your grudge.

What was left of love when it was torn out and scattered on other than the two of us?

What was there left for the two of us when everything was torn into a thousand pieces for everyone else, lack of faith?

 

We are on the last line now, we can not turn around and pretend nothing happened.

We are on the last line now in the story of our broken love.

We are on the last line of a story that ended up wrong and We lost everything in a sharp turn.

We are on the last line now and the hearts may never heal, I feel the only honesty now inside me.

 

Is there a forgiveness for both of us or is it visions we just saw and ran away from, like shadows on the run from the sun?

Is there a future that can burn all our mischief away, I had to by my love to you, to flee and leave your chair?

 

Maybe we were just not strong enough together and wanted too much individually.

Maybe we were not destined for each other and ought to forget it was the two us, I think.

Honesty works both ways and I carry my guilt with shame and remorse in me.

Love works both ways and you carry your guilt without shame and remorse in you.

I probably not filled much in your life, not as you and filled almost everything in mine.

You pulled yourself away and let me fight alone, but thought I owed you a little.

 

We are on the last line now, we can not turn around and pretend nothing happened.

We are on the last line now in the story of our broken love.

We are on the last line of a story that ended up wrong and We lost everything in a sharp turn.

We are on the last line now and the hearts may never heal, I feel the only honesty now inside me.

 

 

I still need to explain and prove that while you forget the many weeks you hurt me.

You have nothing to explain and apologize, but you forget the love that was given to you.

The time has perhaps come to say goodbye to each other, crushed is many hopes and dreams.

The time is perhaps ripe to turn our backs on each other, crushed is all the things in my heart and it is now so sore.

Let me loose and set yourself free, we can not go together no longer and now do have our own way to follow.

I set us free and never speak a word to you ever again and love for us was a nothing we shared.

The last tears on my chin will dry up one day and just let the stripes testify about their violent pain.

The last remnants of our love will leave probably me one day, but you have a place in my heart.

 

We are on the last line now, we can not turn around and pretend nothing happened.

We are on the last line now in the story of our broken love.

We are on the last line of a story that ended up wrong and We lost everything in a sharp turn.

We are on the last line now and the hearts may never heal, I feel the only honesty now inside me.

 

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

2 thoughts on “On the last line now.

  1. Sana Rose

    Even when the last line is occupied with regrets, rage and memories, there’s an advantage in being in the last line – only when you look back, there are past lines. When you look forward, the rest of the page is blank, to be filled with fresh lines, learnt lines, to be moved on to… Look forward, and you’ll never regret being in the last line. 🙂 all the best. Good write. The repetition feels good.

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  2. Louis Kasatkin

    “On the last line now” is a work of breath-taking honesty,humility and disclosure. In my experience, I have never encountered such quality of work on such rightly sensitive issues….bravo Jan !

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