Final words echo Bouncing off the walls Rubber ball words beating eardrums Crowd stands in awe Applause roars from the cricket filled room The end It finally came Here I stand Taking my final bow This old hand finally ran dry This heart shrunk Deleted the room for love No more emotions The end Where everything just stops Time to draw Made friends I thank you all Reading, liking, complimenting Even the worst of my work So I take this final bow Bid you all farewell I look forward to reading your work If I ever find the strength To pick up the pen Here my words shall fall
The End
This most likely will be the last poem I post that I haven't written on paper. However, I have a poem Am I The Reason with another part. I look forward to posting it and laying down my pen. I thank all those who have read my work. I thank those who were my inspiration and my muse, you know who you are. Finally I will thank those who helped me become a better writer.