The End of A Poet

No, I am not quitting writing. :)

I never saw a bright light
My life never flashed before my eyes
But, today, I lay down my head
Because, today, I surely died

So I decided to pick up my pen
And put it to paper a final time
Just to see if I can compose
One final, decent rhyme

But that rhyme became another
And into the words I further dabbled and dived
Suddenly, before I knew
I found myself renewed and revived

To see the death of a poet
Is very pitiful to see
It may have been the end of a poet
But never was the end of me

For poetry is a part of me
It is my true friend
So since it makes up so much of me
My creativity shall never end

-CompellingComposer