The End Poem by D.A. Woods

I've been pushed too far,
nothing is all I have, at least that's mine,
out for a drive with destiny in car,
not going to make it past life's natural line.

Hose through window, revs up high,
sitting back reminiscing with everything bad,
carbon bellowing, which stings my eyes,
thinking of you and the things I had.

Don't think of me when l'm gone,
my body ceases to exist while my spirit is alive,
I came to this world and l shall exit alone,
no place to escape this suicide drive.

Almost there.