And so it goes
The ending is here
Another one for the books
Does it ever end
Really
We'll never know
Is this my legacy
What's left of the world to decide
What type of human I was in life
Are these my final words
What I wish to pass on
To those following my path
These are simply thoughts
Whether they were good or bad at the time
Justified or unwanted
If they were moments of revelation
Or pits of sorrow and seething rage
They were raw emotions
Some are more decipherable than others
And there's even some
That sound like the ramblings of a mad man
But
Regardless of their origin
They are the shadows of my brain
They reflect how I think
And breathe
And if nothing ever comes out of it
If it was all a waste of time of space
At least
Until the day I'm set to expire
I can say
They were real
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
