When all games are done

Soulfilling relief as the endgame draws near,
One slow plodding step at a time,
Dawn reversing back over distant now jet black horizons,
Still I can hear the edge of reason call
Me back to where I was, once upon a time,
Without any real excuse, I crash
And ultimately feel the better
For it, just another cycle
Of up and down life,
Just one more breath in, held
Too long, then let out, just one more
Self-promise broken, no biggey,
I say, because it really doesn’t weigh
All that much, on the scales of yesterday
Tomorrow will come, come what may, and this rhyme
Will end, all I have to say.

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