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.