366 Poems: May 30th, 2016


Isn’t it funny how I always expect an end?

Like the curtain should close,

the credits should roll,

and what is done is


No questions.

Because to me an end seems logical

and there’s to time left to think


Oh who am I kidding?

When has life ever been logical?

Because really, aren’t I just living

in a bad sequel?

A plot that refuses its closure,

a director who loves it too much

for it to end?

Oh why can’t things just go as planned?

But when the world has to keep on turning…

shouldn’t I understand?

“The Beginning of Darkness”


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