Total Loss

and then the end was here
I saw these patterns of years 
repeating useless fears

and then I put it away
like old cornflakes in a locker 
they didn’t taste 

it was a total loss
ready to hit its wing 
in an empty street 

this dream of you and me
no regret, nor a final tear
just a heavy stone, flushed

by a final bottle of beer

Poem out of my poetry cycle: Total Loss.
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