An end

It ends,

Not when you or I say

it does

It just ends

From the very start

there was no control

We tumbled into being

A landslide of aftermath

Propelled by others actions

A lack of self control

Squashed together

Like rotten pears in a crate

Rattling along

the bumpy road of fate

We didn’t plan a future

Just as we won’t prepare for the end

One day it will halt

Grind to a standstill

And suddenly we’ll notice

It’s all so

Incomple….

 

 

 

 

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