...

this may be all there is,
this winding road has met its premature end,
in the sunset,
over a cliff,

having exhausted all that was,
of hope, of anger,
of laughter,
and those tears,

there is nothing left,
to do, but to give in,
a deep breath,
a long dive,

but there is no end to be found,
in denial,
in the allure of those relentless waves,
in the deep dive off the shallow edge,

and i am left here,
in my own company,
wrangling with this wretched living,
this existence,

yesterday, today and
maybe tomorrow.