The End - Poem by J.P. Shepherd
What do we do, unknowingly?
We strive fervently just to reach the end
We change our lives even alter our own personalities to reach the end
We hurt, betray, and decieve one another to reach the end
We waist valuable time and lose sight of hopes and dreams to reach the end
We develop a fictitious reality and create a false existence to reach the end
We hang on to the 'Good Times' and joyous occasions to reach the end
To hell with those who tell us anything different, for we are on a mission to reach the end
Whether it be family or friends on the outside looking in, we know best, how to reach the end
We sell our souls to the devil himself, while looking for a shortcut to the end
What is it that has us wanting to reach the end?
Do we think that eternal happiness lies at the end?
Do we belive that a supernatural force will ensure our dreams be realized at the end?
What security is there at the end?
Is there an end?
Is there more than one end?
Will this end be as sorrowfull as the last end?
Sustained, emotionally and physically draining seems to be this end
A waist of life seems to be this end
Come to me quickly!
Let wisdom and knowledge guide you to my doorstep
Please make your presence known
Even though you never come without bringing heartache and pain
It will only last a moment, but the alternative, which is much worst, will last a lifetime
I know what the end will bring, yet I almost despise it
This sorrow feels so good, it has bewitched me
I am cursed with this, I am neck deep in its quicksand
Maybe I'm already here, at the end
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