Finale

(c) Mark D. Holt
 
 

Alone I sit,
reviewing my life,
a past full of errors,
beside me a knife.
 

Missed opportunities,
the story of my life,
my present is desolate,
beside me a knife.
 

No one around me,
to share in my life,
no future ahead of me,
beside me a knife.
 

Now I've made it,
the decision of my life,
a line I have crossed,
within me a knife.