The end of a cycle

This is my last poem

just for now

the end of a cycle

fiftytwo

52 weeks of the year

there is nothing left to say

just for now

no more fears

no more pain

no more hope

just for now

another year

another month

another week

another day

another hour

just for now

another instant

that sucks me dry

another moment

that makes me believe that this aint no lie

so

just for now

I have this hope

that there are people outside

not pulling on this rope

this rope of hatred

of anti-love

I hope I´m special

sent from above

I came to show

I came to shine

I came to claim

of what is mine

still far away

from what should be

I live like they

don´t live like me

Live like it is the last day of your life.

Live like you have nothing left to shrive.

You won´t need a dime

neither a rhyme.

Punch their face,

kick their ass

stay honest

until your grave.