11-30-2021, 10:20 PM
There are so many of us
so many
how can we think of endings
where endlessness stalks our every move?
Things fall apart, that seems
the only true ending for the likes of us,
our bodies crumble
or are suddenly erased by bad timing.
I used to believe I was a harbinger
of endings, that my appearance on the scene
spelled the end of something.
Now I know we are all stepping
toward ends that procure yet another beginning.
Perhaps it’s those beginnings we should fear.
so many
how can we think of endings
where endlessness stalks our every move?
Things fall apart, that seems
the only true ending for the likes of us,
our bodies crumble
or are suddenly erased by bad timing.
I used to believe I was a harbinger
of endings, that my appearance on the scene
spelled the end of something.
Now I know we are all stepping
toward ends that procure yet another beginning.
Perhaps it’s those beginnings we should fear.