Finis (Poetry)

I’ll end the story now —
it’s as good a time as any
to bring it to a close

I never really knew
how many pages it would take —
what it would add up to

Such a lot of lines
to learn them right and speak
their sounds aloud

Row upon row of letters
spaced or tumbled dark
as the fancy ideas flowed

What is truth and what is fiction? —
words are merely tools I use
some appear the same for both

But the book is done — all finished
and the full stop is the bullet
for a quick and quiet death