It Ended Already
Starting and stopping and missing the best parts.
Did it start yet?
No, it stopped already.
I'm always missing the beginning.
Caught on the scorpion-tail of the end.
Because I'm too good for clocks and timekeeping
And best friends.
I never catch the beginning,
I never see the anthem sung or the infectious parade
Of the athletes as they burst out of the gates
Like horses off to their own races.
I'm stuck on a leash,
Yanking, tugging, choking myself hoarse
With trying to get there on time
But I'm going the wrong way.
Always going the wrong way.
I missed the start again.
It's my favorite part, you know,
When everything has the balls to finally go.
When the crowd gets real quiet.
Reverent.
For the dead.
Am I dead?
Because there's a pit inside.
Maybe that's why I miss the beginnings.
Because I am an end myself.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
Ouch! “Caught on the scorpion-tail of the end. Because I'm too good for clocks and timekeeping And best friends.” such powerful, cutting, and sadly kind of relatable lines…
Very powerful!
this had quite a sting! powerful work as ever!