• It's kinda surreal knowing,
    that this could be the end.
    The last poem on the earth,
    that manifested from my pen.

    But alas I'm at a point
    where a decision must be made.
    To write again of love and hate,
    or let this hobby slip away.

    My heart was once broken.
    Torn again and again.
    But mended by other loves,
    it lives once again.

    So I ask unto you,
    Should I write another?
    What might come from this experience,
    one can only wonder.