Book of Poems

Giving Away The Last Of You

Stepping into the world and seeing it as a glowing gem of possibility

Then as you grow you see that the shine is corrupted by infidelity

And no matter how you twist and turn to fight against the tide

You'll continue to drown as they yell "Take a side!"

Being pulled from one to the other, seeing no end in sight

Even though you try to fight to that end with no growing might

Then, as you start to give, start to confide

In the darkness that has done nothing but lie

You start seeing a release in a form that you once turned from

Joy filling the tiring body from the thought of what is to come

You'll start to fall deeper into the tar that has clouded your heart

No longer able to see which way would be smart

Taking directions that lead to the inevitable downfall

Health taking a toll as it starts rolling away like the ball

You've played with as a child in the days of young

Long before you ever thought of pulling the plug

But then you do and you feel this lightness that you once thought lost

It fills you with an energy that had left because of the cost

That life demanded came at much too high a price

All randomized by the roll of the Almighty God's dice

Now you have a choice:

Continue living as the puppet that has become your body

Or break free from the rules of somebody

That reigns above you from an unknown throne

Demanding your everything as if it was a loan

You then chose the path that will make you most happy

Even if it makes those who claim love snappy

Who are they to decide what is wrong or right

When it's your life that you can decide to fight

And, once you find the end of that path

No longer caring for the wrath

That will surely follow this disgraced end

But you will decide how to spend

The last cent that came with your life

Even if it's at the end of the knife

You'll end up hesitating at the final moment

Whether you can really commit

To this choice that will take away everything you've ever had

But then you see that you will only end up glad

As the blood flows from your head

The land becomes your final bed

And that is the end of the life you had borrowed

And even though it was hollow

As as you lay among the dew

It knew that that would be the last of you.