End
I never knew how everything was going,
Of that or an unknowing,
Now that sea
Was never meant for me.
It was never occuring
Much rather blurring
Can I always feel doubt
Or is it about
You?
No.
It wasn't to begin with
But as is not the first,
Yet the infinity.
Shall I commence,
Or have deflating
Opportunity?
Breathe.
I never knew it would be the end
And so, marks another beginning
May you make tears ring
And voices sing.
Thank you.
This poem is about:
Me