The End Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

I'm hoping that this will see the light.
Clear and simple, untextured. Unrefined.
Memory has been elusive of late.
Along with discipline, it will have to wait.

Blurting out obscenities, not really my forte.
Oh, there was a time, but I mustn’t stray.
Is all well in Poemland, I wonder?
Some still are not struck by it's thunder.

Collapsing thoughts, too unraveled, amiss.
Problematic underlying streams of consciousness.
A quest is a conundrum of sorts, why begin?
What state of mind, must I be in.

I’m no longer in search of hope of the pre-mentioned.
Deeper images of continuity start to ascend.
To their rightful position.
The end.