The story stretched too long
With no results
No endings
And it wasn’t fair
Guesses are made
Estimates calculated
That now it should end
Regardless of what ending it may have
Regardless of what stance it stood
Cause the limit is reached
No scope of Negotiation
No future of its association
The end
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Dear Spiller, Every Ending has a new beginning..Look into it....!! Don't give up!!
Yes your right
Life is a circle…where it ends it shall begin
That future will be there but we will never know what it will be.
Andy
Sure it is
Uncertainty lace the race
Very relatable. It's common sense sometimes to put a stop to a situation that has no future.
Yes it is….if it’s too much, then one must stop.
Surely the most interesting parts of a story are not in it's beginning or end but rather on the adventures and passages along the way. Is love's beginning or ending more 'interesting' than the love making in-between.... or, playing devil's advocate, are endings the thing which make us who we are?
Certainly the journey makes us what we are
But society perceives our reflection by our ends
The hypocrisy of the society that we live in
LOL I'm not bothered by what so called 'society' thinks of me dear poet..... society is made of individuals most of whom do not enter my life at all. Is my epitaph only to read of how i died or how i lived.
Your inspiring dear dusk
we fickle humanity
that throw away our heritage
and cultural pearls of wisdom
like we do
our daily clothes
then rush around
the very next morning, despairingly
questing
for that quintessential, shirt
woven
from the gleaned, experiences
of thousands of great minds
that managed
to conceptualise and then manufacture
shirt's
into this reality we inherited, brazenly;
while we
merely accessorise
those very same, shirt's
and deem ourselves, too
progressive, a modernity
to heed
their, painfully earned words
of caution...!
I guess I have air tou your emotions too
Looks like we all are a bit displeased with the working of world today
It's never the end till the fat lady sings.
Okay, that's been flagged up. It's never the end till the big-boned lady sings.
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