The End Is All I Seek - Poem by Andrew Hinton
What is this wasteland that I travel here?
I see others, but none come very near.
Always at a distance, an arm's breath away.
My heart feels tormented, left to decay.
I wonder through valleys and forests of stone,
It scars my heart, but I prefer to walk alone.
Wind and fog blind my way,
Still I find no place to stay.
I look for one to end this walk,
Before I die upon this rock.
Life and meaning lose their luster,
More strength I'll have to muster.
This journey is all that I know,
My passion has creased to grow.
Now tired, empty, and weak,
The end is all I seek.
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