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.
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