Poetry

For the End

My head is drowning

In the river of my sin

As pins and needles scour my skin

Forcing me down the rolling curves

As I run for the end

I jerk and pull

My hands bound by time

As my thoughts mull—

Over these memories of mine

As I plot for the end

I scream and yell

My throat gone sore

As if you can't tell

My soul is broken to the core

As I wail for the end

My broken body

a visual of my mind

As I try to patch up these oddities

But remain broken by those unkind

As I lay in wait for the end

My hands callused

My eyes blinded by the sun

I fling my arms around with malice

As I reach for the gun

As I reach for the end