The Question of the End

The Question of the End

By Shaire Blythe

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Round and round and round

We go

Revolving doors

I don’t know

Mirrors standing tall

Or bottomless circles

In the dark

I can’t see my face

I can’t see a thing

Should I let it go

Air is getting hard to breathe

I choke

Going numb 

Can’t sense what’s near

Leave me alone

But don’t go

Is there light

Across the line

Rightful judgment 

Nothing to hide

Will I get another chance

Start all over

Not remember the end

Might need to let it go

Just pray for my soul