Looking for an end

It took him a little while before he inked the pen,
It took a little longer to put the words together again,
It had been lights out for longer than he thought,
The darkness that descended had made him wrought.

It took him a little while before he could stand up again,
It took a little longer to rid the pain,
It stung so hard, he thought every breath was his last,
It took him too long to forget the past.

The nights were long, they dawn didn't break,
Every moment he dreaded to wake,
The words they echoed in his ears,
The writer, he just drowned in his tears.

The glass grew misty and the water trickled down,
The eyes opened, after a long time without a frown,
The wind blew past and the sun shone with glory,
The phantasma was over, it was nothing short of gore.

The leaves in the trees shivered with the wind,
Its all over, the new day did but begin,
He walked with a spring in his stride,
He remembered, he thought, why was it so long before he tried,
And before he got out of his drive,
He read a message - " Wake up like its the first day of your life ! ",
And before he knew what fate had planned,
On his shoulders the birds did land,
And as they playfully flew around his head,
He realised he had been all but dead,
He looked at the skies,
A message that Gods did Send,
He looked again, looking for an end, looking for an end...