The End by L. M. Mercer


The End
By: L. M. Mercer

Time slips away, second by second,
Marching in a never ending cadence,
Always advancing, never retreating,
From life to death, from cradle to coffin,
Always moving forward, from the beginning of it all,
Never resting, never pausing, until the absolute END.

About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our newest contributor to the "World of Myth".

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