End of the Story

I’ve been through the ringer

     But my phone won’t do the same.

I thought I was a singer

     But my voice is a point of shame.

I’ve got such lofty dreams and goals,

     But I gave up gettin high.

I have had such a troubled start,

     Sometimes, I thought that I would die.

My life is stagnant water

     As the s**t gets washed upstream.

My eyes have seen the photos

     Of places I wish I’d been.

I’ve wanted to climb up mountains,

     But my knees are getting bad.

Every week I lose everything,

     All the nothing I ever had.

Death to the immortal story of me, myself, and mine

The pages of this timeless tale are lost in tired times

I’ve forgotten the plot and so has he wrote it

So, maybe this is as far as I will ever get

My story ends here...

I set fire to the chorus

And watched these sad words burn.

I love the heat as it’s all alight

And they’re all entranced by the sight.

I lit the hook afire,

And then everybody screamed.

I knew that this was just for me

As I turn to ash for you.

Reviews

[TC Dunn]

wow. Very powerful and moving. I could see the pain in your words.

[bryandc15]

Nice piece:)

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem.
"My life is stagnant water
As the s**t gets washed upstream."
Easy to fall into a norm. You are young and strong. Save a few dollars. Do some traveling. The poem is written with great skill. I could feel the energy and the desire to find peace. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote