My last poem

I’m giving it all up, I’m walking out,
this uneven road we’re destined to walk,
I care no more if the sun shines,
Or it keeps raining all the way long,

I’m tired of trying and trying again,
Rising up over and over again,
Then falling flat all over again,
And losing with nothing to gain,

For once I want to really lie down,
And assure myself this time around,
‘You broke, you lost, you trembled’,
And like cowards I want to breakdown,

As these tears, my eyes shed,
An icy wind freezes me dead,
At this point, this moment, this time span,
With these last words from my pen.

23:40 hours
17 February 2006