in the end Poem, by crypticbard, at My poetic side

In the End

I carried the shape you traced,

a vessel cut to your measure,

but the grain ran otherwise—

knots where you wanted polish,

splinters where you asked for sheen.

I bent, yes,

but the bend was fracture,

and the fracture sang its own line.

You looked for a mirror,

I offered a window.

You asked for a key,

I was only a door left ajar.

So this saga closes:

not as betrayal,

not as triumph,

but as the quiet fact—

I was never the figure

you drafted in your hand.

And still,

I remain:

unfinished,

unwanted,

yet wholly mine.

Comments +

orchidee November 5th, 2025 05:08
You've started at the end. Will you get to the beginning?! Good write A. lol.
- arqiosNovember 5th, 2025 05:10
  Ah, that’s an excellent observe there, O🕊️🙏🏻

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