The Last Chapter

I sit hiding in the shade,
Writing poems and here I have stayed.
There goes the caring,
I'm missing the sharing
Of how time has made fade.

From once being burning,
To a thousand have been turning.
The depth of passion,
Mine is olde fashion,
The fuel to the emotions is churning.

Limits of despair have been reached,
Though there is nothing more I can teach.
I have hit the end,
And I hide and pretend,
That this is what I preach.

So as I lie in wait,
Stare blindly into my own hate.
I let loose some tears,
Lose to my fears,
And stay here in this cracked state.

Last of the words are fading,
And the flack is mine for the taking.
So I stay true,
To be with you,
And I give up on the hating.

So I stay in a war of my peace,
Yet no words leave through my teeth.
So you'd have to understand,
That you have the upper hand,
As the hate and despair I try to release.

So the silent bells are chiming,
Through the air their voices climbing.
You're the only to whom isn't clear
Or you choose to not hear,
The echos of contented defeat rising.

The ode to my own recognising,
Of how time is ever demising.
I write it down,
Never turning around,
To the last chapter reminding.