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The Beginning that Doesn't End


This is my first poem on this site and I hope it can Mean something to someone

other than me

The Beginning that doesn’t End

 

It changes like someone who is calm and rages into the sea

It changes from light to dark from time to time

It comes as far as I know to anyone, no matter who they are or what they wish to be

It doesn’t matter what I think because we pass it off as a disgusting rhyme

This world doesn’t make any sense sometimes I am just lost in it all

It’s this way and that way you can’t tell anymore

I hate it when it changes, It feels like Spring but It’s actually Fall

Everybody say everything gets harder when you become a sophomore

When you want to be recognized while silent 

But other times you want to go unoticed and scream to the neon god we all worship

It scares me when the angel of death was sent

Every time it goes away but comes closer I might slip

Watch Out! You might slip too if your’re not careful

As crazy as it seems, as crazy as I am

Im still here trying to get through my last sprint being helpful

It is unknown, Like when we expect to be heard in this lost tram

I am glad people can see this and know it's my own art

But oh well what am I saying one lost thought after another

You expect life to be sweet when it is tart

Sometimes but never you can hang on to the arm of a careless brother

We are so incomplete it hurts to be showing

Afraid of what everybody thinks when you have your own opinion

We think its the man's fault for this problem thats growing

We all think we are the man's thug and minion

We can't do anything any more I want to bawl 

We have to cower in fear for what we know

We cover ourselves in a make believe shawl

If only we could actually reap what we sow

I can't stop when I want to I write this in fictional tears

Scared and sad of my own good and bad strife

Scared and sad of my man made terrifying fears

This is not just the end but the beginning of a new life

 
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