November 30th | "An End"

It is sour in my mouth
to say that there is
an end
to everything and anything,
but all things turn
to ash
and like summer,
fade away 
in the most cruel way
that we least expect
despite the vicious cycle.

When long summer days
turn into strong winter nights,
I am
taken aback
by anything and everything,
for there is a certain
I want to approach
with some bit of dignity
that I have left,
but I cannot;
for everything comes to
an end,
everything has a vice,
everything has an end.

Eternity is a long time
to complain about things
we barely understand,
and I suppose
it's had
to be this way
over and over
and over again.


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