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Every story needs an ending,
mine I'm struggling to write.
Been on this path so long
I want to get it right. I want
my song to take flight, be a star
in the night, to ease any
gentle dreamers,
lest they wake in the night.

May my words hold power
to do some good,
to turn parched seeds to
radiant flowers, weeds
and trees made of the sturdiest wood.

You always seemed to
deem that I would,
my soul so diseased,
to try, may be to poison
minds, I wasn't sure that
I should.

I'd hate to steer anybody
towards wrong,
Well, there's been that all along.
I guess I mean I want this
one work to permeate the ages.
To get studied by sages,
I want my words to hum
to wet thumbs turning
well worn pages.

I want to write a piece
of depth through and through.
Not a story just of pain
or myself feeling blue.
I want a masterpiece of multiple hues.
Where like it or not, unlaced or
two tight knots, you will
walk in the shoes
of the hated and loved
both alike. Try to fit each glove,
slip the occasional knife,
through some bars while
above, in clouds so white,
a figure watches over.
Tried to find religion,
it didn't bite.

As I write these thoughts,
I think of my 'gem'.
A beginning, a middle
and for now, like this, no
conceivable end. Maybe I'll
have to phone a friend
or just see where the words take me.

Mistakes don't hurt,
if they're only in my own written words.
To Hesitate, be the verb
over which my spine might break.
See, here I try work up the nerve, now
I think it's time to jot some
lines and hope whatever
inner divine I can find
seems to relate.
Me, I hope I'm not alone,
as a fork on empty plate,
or a rink without skates.
If not I'll try to push through,
I hope my force isn't read
as laziness or unbridled hate,
when my good will mustered for chapters
all gets shot in the face.
Or it was all a dream,
cliff-hanger ending, just in case,
what a waste.
I won't do that, please don't
quit on me, at least
with such haste, geez.

I don't yet know what it will be
but at least I will have
left it all out there,
nothing left to fester up inside.
I've done all my research,
my rough thoughts
exhausted, only containing strength
to be applied
and a willingness
to evaporate, be stretched out and
happily bend.
This month really could be the end,
I'll have officially tried,
I know there will be lies,
I hope some truth too,
3 years in the making,
time flies when you're
stuck on page 322.
 
How I end it
How about you