I'm Not at the End - A Poem by Another Poet

Now what's life without love and where does it come from?

The type of hate I see can only be dispelled so easily with a little bit of light but at a different point of time in his life his mind, his mindset was like...

Get over for a buck ain't got no money than ya out a luck cause what it would be cause what ya think it would be
why must it have to be? Cause it wouldn't mean much no it wouldn’t mean much or would it?

Exhibit 'B' in his state of being was always disbelieving a different way of life.

Might was right and the streets in which he roamed see those same streets he knew so well it felt like home.

Making all these moves with something left to prove always needing something illegal or legal to do...

With darkness shawdowing his life he didnt know what to do...

Sometimes we don't know why we chose the wrong path but looking back we can have a laugh… We got a long way to go.

After all...
I've thought it over...
And I'm not at the end.

Maybe if you'd used it less you'd feel like a child...

But I'm not at the end.

After all...
I've thought it over...
And I'm not at the end.

Maybe if you'd used it less you'd feel like a child...

But I'm not at the end.

Author's Notes

This is a short verse I wrote and performed as part of a song in a small solo project. I'd very much like to know your thoughts and feelings about this verse so if you liked it or didn't like it, I'd love to hear your opinion either way!

Thanks,
Another Poet