The Ether

The Ether
by Mike Pollock

I'm so sick of who you are
preaching perfection
like you're the creator.

Your truth is too hard to bear
so closing your eyes
you'll fight till the morning

Taken to where we were
alone yet together
we never had closure

So close to finding the time
You'll leave when you want to
but never show up on time

Cast in this stone and fear
My heart is made well
with the ending of yours

The ending is oh so near
But you fight to be right
and I'll fade away slowly