will this be the end
now
of such a long ordeal?
i have gone through it
hoping that pages will be turned
new careful concern will emerge
leaves on the edge of the road will
now rot slowly
manured beds will let weeds grow
because i will not till
them
will not sow seeds of flowers
that were lying with me
i have thrown them in the lake,
not too far
from the place where i had heard
resolution of devotion and
commitment to the cause
once
this made the paving of the path worthwhile
now, i just want to walk away
i am tired
and i can’t resist/refuse/revoke fatigue
of failure
