A Blissful Ending

I poured my soul, in a page or two-for a few- While I release my self, from the anguish of having to deal with my handwriting. I poured myself from my bed; reluctant to the fact; that I believed all the while what I wrote. I poured my self from my life. I tackled the purpose of how dreadful it must seem, writing myself- from the very purpose I tried reway from. Dreading the moment of being ignored- or worst- Lost! Lost beyond the valley of the desert, or the sea of blood, that I had poured through the funnel of my heart. A heart which was broken, from the time you left, From the moment you arrived, you only brought back pain. Pain in which I poured out from my soul, Into writing on this page.