The final stretch
The last whisper
That shall breathe from my lips.
The last time
The ending word
The last ink blot smeared across my page.
I gracefully bow out now
As the curtains close
The final stretch
The last word
The poem
This is tne end
And you bear witness.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
