Analysis of The last poem

This is the last poem for you

I’m done with pouring my feelings out

just to absorb them again

Like a sponge submerged

in a fish bowl

I’m done with being afraid

of standing up

of speaking out

just because you’ll snigger

I’m done with hoping against hope,

yearning for a light.

Better to embrace darkness

than perish trying to get an unlit candle.

I’m done with trying to impress you from a distance

Its pointless to 'shoot my shot'

and hope for a bull's eye

when the target is continents away.

No more letters,

or glances from me.

You won’t even notice it.

Which is great,

because this is the last poem for you.