Friday, July 2, 2010

Endless

Fell silent,
Laid numb,
For it was the end,
Of what had just begun.

Curled up,
Shrunk within,
Gazed with hope,
Till the vision could fade.

Swallowed the last words,
That died to express,
All that could not be,
And now, will never be said.

The beginning they say,
Is an end of something.
I see a clean board
That needs to be brought alive.

Giving up,
Only to stand again.
For the beginning is as hard,
As a fulfilled end!

What ends, they say, must,
May be,
That is exactly why,
It just never does!