Self Made Poetry 2

End Of The Line

Have you ever cheated death?

Not sure if this would be the day of your last breathe?

All the while still speeding on the highway to hell.

Not looking back.

Leave your past behind.

Flip a coin, heads or tails.

Your past like jail.

You just got out on bail.

Laughing at what you just left behind.

Putting you life on rewind.

Time for change has dawned.

That part of your life gone.

Changing lanes.

Still carry pain that will always last.

But it's past time to bury the past.

Not always a easy task.

Got demons breathing down my neck.

Sanity in question.

Everything's a wreck.

I got a long road to travel.

Issues to unravel.

Agony is something I know real well.

Pasted through hell a few times.

Heading back that way again.

This time it's the end of the line.

Gonna put out hells fires.

I desire some peace of mind.

I cheated death.

Looked him straight in the eye.

Took a good long breathe.

I told him I'm not ready to die.

Here I am on the road again.

But damn it's not a straight line.

One thing for certain.

This time as I glance behind me, one last time.

I can yell.

Hell yeah, I'ma be just fine.

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