And in the end

And in the end
the poet's voice wasn't heard
for he
no longer had to lend
the dark or the bright light

now not the poet
but life said
" behind you, lies the pass
the love, the hate
the great ideas
were for a time
the reminiscing is over."

The lord has thrown
a permanent cover
on your most powerful tool
the mind
now peacefully you sleep
in endless time