At The Dead End Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Let us not prended
We all hate a dead end
Much of time being spent
All but just in vain
To soak a soul deep in pain
Scathe it beyond a mend.

Blessings for those in faith
Sailing in a golden chaise
Ridding along with Christ
Living no room for doubt
With a sight beyond the end
So seeing no dead end.

As you travel down your roads
Aren't there two great signs
Each for what it says
One signed by faith
The other done by doubt
Standing at the dead end.