The FinaleA Poem by ReedyA man who has lost hope, writes the final script to his dying world. He isn't anxious about the gruesome end, but feels comfort in that there will be no more pain for any of us. An interesting ending.
This is the end.
Hope has made its final descent. Shelf this book, the next chapter is blank. The ledger has been summed, to mankind you may thank. No need for ambition, hate, or strife. Let's take comfort at the end of our knife. The finale has arrived. And, so it begins. © 2014 Reedy
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Added on October 1, 2014 Last Updated on October 1, 2014 |