A Full Stop

Poetry by a poet who doesn't read any poetry

Do you long for eye contact with strangers?

Sometimes, I wish hell would open up

I would like to meet those who have been damned

I think it would change a person for the better

When I do something stupid

Realize that life is a joke and I'm laughing at myself too

If only I could believe half the beautiful words I write

I never finished that sentence

You may ask why, but I think you know I won't answer you

Here's a turn of fate

I'll tell you why

Because if I believed half of the beautiful words I wrote

Then this cosmic comedy demands it be the lonely half

The blackened and hopeless words that drift from an empty heart

And that would be too tragic an end for a silly poet

So I'll never end my sentence

Hope the world takes pity on a sentence fragment