The End - Drew Adams

Created 3/15/09

I walked in the rain on the road by myself
and came face-to-face with the end.
I lifted my head and looked around,
but couldn't see where to ascend.
I turned around to head down the trail,
but there was no trail to be found.
I turned again to find a way,
but there was no way to abound.
No great time went away and I found myself
in a panic with tears in my eyes.
There was no path to lead me home,
no way to say my "goodbyes".
I stood by a tree and a thought came to mind:
'I can wander and hope to be found.'
And then a thought against the first
came to me and made me sit down.
I sat and yelled with the highest of hopes
that someone would come my way
and hear the cries I shouted out,
then come to save the day.
I fell asleep after day turned to night
and later awoke to another day.
I looked about and found a trail
that had been covered by the rain.