Joseph J. Hernandez

Rookie (March 30,1992 / Los Angeles)

My End - Poem by Joseph J. Hernandez

I can hear this train calling me from my bed
I'll tell you what he said
I can relieve all your idleness and pain
If you paint my tracks in red
I know you're fed up
Your cup is half empty... not filled
Blaming everyone for what spilled
Ashamed of what needs to be killed
Now here's your chance
I know your beat down, tired, and worn
Follow my horn, and when we meet
The weary flower will have no thorns

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote this when I was feeling down

Comments about My End by Joseph J. Hernandez

  • (8/20/2012 7:12:00 PM)

    Good poem, liked it lots. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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