The End

By Robert Creeley
When I know what people think of me
I am plunged into my loneliness.  The grey
 
hat bought earlier sickens.
I have no purpose no longer distinguishable.
 
A feeling like being choked
enters my throat.

Copyright Credit: Robert Creeley, "The End" from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley: 1945-1975. Published by the University of California Press. Copyright © 1962 by Robert Creeley.  Reprinted by permission of the Estate of Robert Creeley.
Source: The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley: 1945-1975 (The University of California Press, 2006)