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

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