Finally Poem by yabadabadoo

The moon passes over my head,
I am alone in a forest of ice,
I see a face in a puddle of mud.
My face.
I turn away because i hate what i have become.
The hate is more than skin deep,
It runs in my veins,
It is intertwined with my bones,
And causes my heart to break.
I trip on a stick
But why get up?
All I love is lost,
And I will only be pushed down again.
I don't cry,
I don't think,
I just feel.
I feel The Mystery.
That know one no's what it is like,
But it happens to everybody.
I feel death.
I feel it seeping through my bones with triumph.
I feel it Laughing with glee as i close my eyes.
I feel it ripping at my dreams and tearing at my hopes.
So wrong were all the guesses of what it is.
But now it is done,
And i am happy.
Free.