End of Days

A pounding, resounding.
Across the temple, ever so nimble.
I close my eyes, surrounding myself, with wealth.
A crushed notion, plays in tune,
I haven't been right, since that fateful June.
The Dark, creeping, causing my weeping.
Enough, my tolerance, has boiled.
My dreams and life, foiled.
What happened to happy endings?
The road ahead starts its twists, and bending.
Have I seen the last of happiness?
Floating by in memories of eagerness?
I stand here, in the blustering, wind.
Figuring out, where it is, that I sinned.
I walk the road of virtue. Though
gum and dogshit, cling to my shoe.
I have had the last of what I can take.
This is possibly the straw that causes me to break.
What a wonderful thought. The end of days,
comes to me not.
I will again wake in the nightmare.
What I do then, is all that I care.
I will stand, in grand view.
I will again walk anew.