The Final Verse
I'm afraid
My voice has lost volume
My words are written
But scarcely read
Perhaps I've become repetitive
But I have worked so hard
To not give in to depression
Some days I feel brilliant
Other days I feel worthless
I have no friends
I have no confidence
My last sanctuary crumbles
But even if I prayed here every day
Those prayers got me nothing
In the end I'm all alone
A congregation of one
And now that I've lost my faith
I wonder what I have left
If I even have anything at all
Poetry was always my last refuge
A talent I could pour my soul into
A place where I found an inkling of self-worth
Through the years my voice evolved
And my message matured
But in the end it's the same desperate call for love
For ten years I sought companionship
As I watched all my old friends leave
This is my last verse
Possibly forever
My personal flaws are too great
For me to overcome on my own
And there's no hero out there to save me
So I'll regress and let the darkness fester
But I'm done pleading to a world that doesn't give a damn
Writing poem after poem
Rewarded with a rare pitiable nod
And the pretense that someone actually cares
I'll set every word I've written on fire
Thousands of them
Maybe even millions
This last poem of pain and rage
This is it
My fingers tremble
My eyes are filled with tears
I'm afraid
But it's time to move on
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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