At The End Poem by Anthony Levitt

I close my eyes and remember the past,
the thousand's of memories that I made last
I took a look inisde and remembered them all,
the good and the bad they come rushing back, like a waterfall
I have no place here, the much is clear,
I'm accept what comes, without fear
A song reminds me of what once I had,
of when I was in love and when life was not so bad,
Now it all seems predicatable, grey and plain,
life is surpost to be for living not for sadness and pain.
I wonder why I write,
these words are to depressing and i've been up all night,
Go, finish now,
the poem you read, its done
never again