One Poem by John Patrick Robbins

 

Stratosphere

We escaped for a moment, and that was apparently for a moment too long.

All my dreams were dispersed into a void of emptiness as you were a victim of choice.

I cannot fathom the end, but no matter my readiness, it is most certainly here.

Heartbreaks are fragments of bad choices and damn near fatal accidents.

Now all I am left with is this broken shell and a barely functioning memory.

The poison is within reach as it is inside of me.

I cannot fathom what lies ahead.

I just know that in my life I got it all wrong.

There's no turning back, as at the beginning of any story, the saddest truth comes with the

realization it must inevitably end.

As with that said, I am gone.

John Patrick Robbins, is a southern gothic writer who's work has been published.In A Thin Slice Of Anxiety, Fixator Press, Fearless Poetry Zine, Disturb The Universe, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Yellow Mama Magazine, S.A.V.A Press and here at Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

His work is often dark and always unfiltered.