The End Of The Game

Walt's Writings

All I ever wanted

Was to turn away

From this longing within

And leave my dark days

Behind

I ask for nothing

From this point of no return

I hold on to my hunger

For what might have been

I am every you

Every me

I am the light and shadow

Living on the edge of the unknown

Yet I feel it still

I’ve had the feeling bad blues

Paid all of my dues

But I will not quietly wait

For the end of the game

~The Tennessee Poet~

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