The Ending Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Back against worn down walls
hold your hand out to me now
loves mission whimpers,
smoking silently, something deep lost in the embers.
Pieces of your life be uncertain
rotting away left field in chapped hands,
Here in heart, deep in heart
something shifts uneasy, no longer settling.
The feeling overripe oozes away pained,
strangling what little resolve is left.
Spirit rips softly at truth tightening around neck,
as we know, this is not where we want to be.




Taken from Journey.