The End of The Road
by Brendan W McAdams

The greatest thing in life my friend,
Is happiness the heart can send,
The darkness come and darkness goes,
Like petals on a dying rose.

But where are we in times to comes,
When friendship dies like burnt out sun;
A coldness seeps from in my bones,
Like water through a river's stones.

My life is dead and born once more,
Uncertain what I have in store;
Consumed by hate and pain and fear,
I cling to all that I hold dear.

Happiness a distant thought,
I think on all for which I've fought;
But realize soon it's all a ruse,
To give me more to have to lose.

Distantly I think on this,
Love and hate and all that shit;
My heart is smoldering like a coal,
A darkness deep within my soul.

Harrowing my battered mind,
All my worries left behind;
I grit my teeth and scream with rage,
Turning to another page.

The book of Life sits on my lap,
Its crinkled pages an evil trap;
I learn its lesson, long since lost,
That life is always worth the cost.

For in our pain and fear and hate,
We often fail to contemplate;
That even though we suffer so,
There's always hope at the end of the road.