The End Of The Road - Poem by Bernard Franklin
I’ve never fought so hard before,
I won some battles but lost the war.
Sedated waiting for the end,
I’m slowly going round the bend.
My prayers have fallen by the way,
so there’s not much left for me to say.
I’d rather cancer in my lung,
as the bad die old and the good die young.
The death of my spirit, mind and soul,
Is beyond belief a tragic toll.
As I fast become a mental fool,
It’s fun for folks to see the ghoul.
I’ve died a thousand times inside,
but with friends and family to confide.
They give me strength to carry on,
but I wonder when they’ll all be gone
I cannot count the things I’ve lost,
I cannot count the deadly cost.
I cannot take more guilt or grief,
my mind’s been stole by a mental thief.
A single person caused this pain,
and I’ll never know her ultimate aim.
To destroy a man before her eyes,
To gloat with glee as he slowly dies.
If there’s a god he’s left my side,
So as I lost belief I sat and cried.
as I cannot cope with simple things,
I’ll hide away, see what tomorrow brings.
To all my friends I’ve this to say,
one thing at a time go day by day.
I know you’ll try to mend my soul,
but give yourselves a reasonable goal.
It might be that I’ll float away,
for it seems that I’m the one to pay.
So if I go toward the light,
It won’t be because I didn’t fight.
Remember a man who once was whole,
with a content heart and a happy soul.
My gift to you is a peaceful dove,
from a broken man, just filled with love
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