The Last Poem Poem by Rodney Dufault

I swear, this is the last poem that I am ever writing,
for I am too broken; Too many errors in typing.
Too much emotion; None of the terror's subsiding.
Stuck, boatless in an ocean; Two different pressures colliding.
Although I get lonesome, at least the weather's exciting!
This path that I've chosen, I thought was better than frying.
I am filled with a devotion to help those fettered and fighting,
but I'm feeling the erosion and all my efforts declining.
My dream: I am an explosion that leaves even sheltered igniting;
And I never want to be woken 'til the world I remember is dying,
and every word that I've spoken comes together; Uniting
the voices in my head, woven into my cerebrums lining.
Only then can I hope again, when every letter is shining,
but to someone everything's verboten, but I never quit trying.
I just don't want the commotion to win. I sever your bindings.
Just gotta pop a few ibuprofen in when I endeavor to rhyming.