The End

The end to many things I must say,

things that had become a pilar,

things that had endless meaning,

once found, it held emptiness.

Emptiness that don't bother the poor,

only the ones who crave,

battling the thoughts of loss,

when others think you've won.

False hope was given,

when there was nothing to receive,

sharp words sliced a strong soul,

never prepared for the cold world.

Never recognized the end of a tough road,

silent pain was never heard loud enough.