Final Descent

Some of you say I have the gift of a word That I should write and be heard But most of the time I’ve nothing to say As I watch day mesh into day Passion is the ink of my pen Ugly is lately where it’s been Happiness seems so simple to some of you But you’ve no idea what I’ve been through I write and delete what you don’t want to see But it’s not less a part of me Some people say that “Life is a climb.” To which my response is a rhyme I’ve gone as far as I want to go The peak is behind me, I see what’s below As I come down, I would be content If this truly was my final descent