Poem: An Ending

A strange kind of Clarity descends;
a Peace, an Emptiness, Silence.
Passionate Love,
is far off in the distance.
Sex is so foreign,
It's unknown.
The Simple Ending.
No more puzzles,
now the movie is over.
It's all well to argue
about what happens after,
but the Author get's control
of His End.
Is this True Feeling
or yet another Illusory Mask,
passing Phantom of Allure,
Debonair.
Cruelty or Crassness,
Abasement or Freedom,
the Answer to a Question,
hereto never asked before.

And though I didn't want It,
now that I am Here,
I feel the urge to pursue
the Emptiness that I've found.
It speaks to me of
Peaceful Bliss,
though filled with many Bores.
She spoke to me of all my Faults,
as I lay there
on Her floor.