“Nowhere But The End” by Tyler Sorrell

Everything was once a pleasant field;
A bouquet of cheer.
The reflected upon my shield;
Happiness was near.

No longer a smile will I wield;
No longer glad to be here.

Everything was once full of this delightful essence;
The aroma of life.
I question it’s worthy presence;
Sharp confrontation by knife.

Now it’s all becoming an obsolescence.
Now giving up is becoming rife.

Everything was once lovely;
Yet simply full of lust.
My mind’s no longer lively.
Thoughts are becoming rust.

Nowhere will soon become a destination.
Nowhere, but the end, is my revelation