This book has come to a close
While I may have reached the end
The end of the book
The final poem
I have only just started getting into the process
I've only just become a poetry fanatic
I've only just decided to dive into my mind
I've only just though about reaching out
Out for peace for happiness
Out for help
As one thing ends another begins
The book will be edited published
And I will be wadding through the trenches of my brain
This train reached the station
But it still has plenty of coal
By now I've become a poet
A real actual poet
Not of profession but of mind
And now that I'm a poet
I'll hardly rest the writing
I won't put down the pen
The book may be over now
But the poetry won't end till I die
