THE END OF THE WORLD
My world ended
Not with a big bang
Nor with a crash of a speeding car
Of acceptance of fate
Of no future dates,
Of what you say to end conversations
Of nothing left for me here
Irony is, not accepting destiny
That’s what made me, me
Being a man meant to forge the future
If all else failed with bare hands
Torn and shred and a heart of steel
Being a man meant, iron will & iron hands
The same mettle is now twisted and shred
Like metal on a furnace bed
I forgot that there is value none
Of steel, when where words have won
To tell you of the love & the past
For neither the moment nor the will will last
I trudge to where I came from
Broken bruised and covered in soot
Sometimes those who run away
Live to fight another day