Closure Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I walked, I ran, I went the distance yet,
No matter how but hard I try I fail;
All efforts fell to finally forget,
And I was left to laugh perchance, or wail!
I from the highest high was thrown by you:
Then wise it seemed to loose the chains and go;
How I such burning passions should subdue,
When I was left with little things to know?
The distance seems to be approaching near,
Or maybe I have never gone that far;
The rage and joy and rue're a mere veneer,
And failed attempts to memories but mar.
I ran, I walked, and finally did lay:
As I was heading oh, the other way!