Writing's Done

Bitter-Sweet. 

That that I’ve done.

The days, weeks, months and years.

That that I’ve done through

twenty and four years of my life.

Bitter-Sweet. 

Those brought to life that move,

that live through thoughts transmitted

from mind to tips of fingers.

Bitter-Sweet.

A world of life

created for those that laugh and cry

and love and lose.

Bitter-Sweet. 

Those breathed life into that I longed with,

felt alone with and fought along with.

Bitter-Sweet. 

All through now.

Twenty and four years

of the thought of words that draw the

pictures that you and you see within your mind

as the writer in me see within my mind:

The little boy that climbed.

The little boy that became a man.

The little boy that became a man,

that became an old man.

Bitter-Sweet.

The last sent now to become the

world created by me for you and you

to walk alongside:

The little boy that climbed,

the little boy that became a man,

the little boy that became a man

that became an old man.

Bitter-Sweet. 

All through now.

All worlds created now.

My friends to become your friends.

Bitter-Sweet.

In the hands of others,

writing's done now.