The inevitable truth that hurts.

Stories begin,
stories end.

Food rots,
leaves die,
tides turn.

Everything comes to an end.
Be it life or friendship,
Then again, who cares
it's just pretend.
Inevitable separation remain inevitable,
life will go on, you'll be just fine.

And when the hourglass is tilted,
the end will still drag sand.

You'll end alone, paranoid, and that's it.
It is the way it was meant to be,
we all much one day sit in our throne of shame;
Wear our crown of thorns,
and accept the end.

It's not your fault.
It's not my fault.
But this is the end.

Submitted: November 21, 2010

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Fantastic poem which reflects the reality of life. Very interesting and simply amazing...everything ends but 'time'.

Sun, November 21st, 2010 7:13am


Thanks for the criticism and yeah, reflecting life is the way I like to write, but in a gloomy way.

Sun, November 21st, 2010 4:34am

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