If it should end, let it end now,
stop dragging it out,
stop feeding the worm in the mind,
for today I discovered futility
and it is a word that I cannot abide.
Wasted years, never in search of riches
and to those I may have hurt, unknowingly
or their perception of what I said,
I apologised more than once if you deserved it,
but blow me down
if you think I am going to kneel
and take your crap forever, infinity was long enough.
Tired, grown so weary that fading
into the shadows is a thought
of welcome relief and you would,
in time, or even sooner, find another way
to hear the words,
till then, bless your gigantic heart
for having had me in your thoughts
for a very short while.
Ian D. Hall 2016