Is This The End Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola

My hands have stopped itching;
my pen has stopped dripping;
And my mind has stopped visiting the wonderlands.

Then I asked myself,
Is this how it will end?

With tattered manuscripts and unused inks.
With half formed images and illusions.
Is this how I will die?

Then I called to you saying
To take me to the lost world of men.
Where emotions and thoughts unites with imaginations.

Take me to that source of creativity
That I may get help

Lest my funeral comes too soon
While I still walk the face of the earth.