Down At the End

Down at the end Cold – winds – blow . . . my skin is bitter In – the – snow . . . an empty quitter Take – the – pain . . . of endless trying Bring – the – rain, rain, rain There is a place down at the ending of this road Where I can go to let my lonely heart explode Come – a – long . . . the crying enter Hear – my – song . . . half past the center Touch – the – sun . . . the heat is drying Bring – the – rain, rain, rain There is a place down at the ending of this road Where I can go to let my lonely heart explode Around the bend in every field as I unload There is a place down at the ending of this road There stands a barren tree Its branches point at me It only hopes to see Rain, rain, rain There is a place down at the ending of this road Where I can go to let my lonely heart explode Around the bend in every field is where I spend There is a place down at the end ……………. 12/30/16 Inspired by Nicola Byrnes: The Poet's Choice - The End Of The Road - Just Friends Poetry Contest I won’t be entering it though, I don’t believe it is the correct form for the contest. I just had a melody in my head that needed something written to it before it drove me nuts. : )