F.I.N.A.L.S.

F.I.N.A.L.S.

A Poem by UpComesDown
"

F**k I never actually learned s**t...

"
That noise,
We all here it.
We let out a sigh.
Of relieve.
Of regret.
Of letting go.
Because with that sound,
We let go of everything.
Everything that has happened up to this point.
All things gained,
All things learned,
Dropped.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling.
Until it hits the bottom,
And makes that sound,
That note of finality,
It's that sound...
That sound...

Of course you know what I'm talking about.
As the pencil hits the desk,
We hear the sound of FINALity.

© 2010 UpComesDown


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Added on December 19, 2010
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