Funeral

I Drowned inside the last lone word
The last lone word had I

Curled into the fetal pose
Left inconsolably dry

Hollowed head i rectify you!
Demand you to return

Why do you cash me in of late?
A futile crash and burn -

I denounce this slate that draws a blank
And verbiage that fatally walks the plank

Conclusion draws a fiery fear
That heeds no curve or bend

The dastardly finality
Of a story's End.