This is the last poem on this story. I hope you enjoy my collection of poems.
Poetry
With each entry I write
Emotions overwhelm me, it feels right
Poems as dark as the depths of sea
Trying to think of the person I desire to be
As it lingers towards the last part
It surely means a new start
For poetry follows everywhere
Emotions we both can share
Restrain emotions on a harness
Keep it less
They're flowing through
With nothing left to do
Time merely is an illusion
Because I've made a conclusion
To end the story
Without worry
It becomes longer, more advanced
The poems have begun to dance
The collection now closes
Sitting in a field of withered roses
