THE END

Could it be that you're channeling through my poetry?
Cause that's the only means that you can be with me?
Is that why it's so easy for me to create these stanzas?
Or is it likely that I've luckily hit the poet's bonanza?  
 
Maybe the mighty has the answer but I can't seem to get a reply  
But I have had vivid dreams of you and I seeing eye to eye  
Just wish you didn't have to die for us to make amends  
Wish the words that you wrote and sent could be rescind  
 
You did it again and again so now there's no end to their impact  
Putting something in writing is like striking with lightning and that's a fact  
A pack of wolves couldn't hurt more deeply nor could a set a knives  
But there's no need for me to cry for I am the one who's still alive  
 
I thank you for being pro-life no matter how tumultuous it's been  
I thank you for the love you did give since my days in my play pen
I thank you for this gift I've inherited with the use of my pen
I want the whole world to know that I still loved you even in the end