I have never been someone necessarily fond of endings. While I know everything ends, I still feel as though I'm never quite ready for the end to finally present itself, in whatever form it may be. A sad rendition of life's own end, endings reflects on the automated way we go through life, never really appreciating it for what it could be.
Endings
endings surround us
and we soldier on
all in step to a familiar song.
we continue on
one foot in front
and then the other
forward march
but the sun sets
the day's journey ends
and we meet its cold, dark end.
your head turns
restless on your pillow
eyes open, yet
only the night meets them,
heavy and silent
like the thoughts that inhibit
your mind.
life goes on
we rise, we fall
we continue on
the story goes
until it doesn't.