The End

The end of the road, way off in the distance,

Over hill tops, rocks, ruts and many a hindrance.

I run for the end with the will of a lion,

No closer does it seem and I find myself crying.

For the end of the road is the time when I will die,

It calls to me with a power that I can not deny.

The end calls us all, but for some it is so strong,

For this life is hell, a hell that has lasted so long.

For I long for death when the day seems never to end,

The days are so long and brutal, death I wish someone would send.

It seems so far till I reach that final resting place,

The horizon goes on and on in seemingly infinite space.

How I pray for the day when my life will come to its finally stop,

Into a prison of dirt and rock my body they will drop.

I am running full speed there is no need for me to balk,

For I am eager to reach the end of my walk.