The End
The End
The rich colors;
A golden glow
of marigold,
a hint of deep red.
Falling down the sky,
for what is
the very last time.
The time has come
to reach the end,
It is time
to say the last goodbye.
Nothing of worth,
is left behind.
Icy mountain tops have melted,
Tears stream from the Creator’s eyes,
for something once great,
once a miraculous place.
Though creations can falter,
Life can become meaningless.
The time has finally come,
to say goodbye to the rotten soil,
to the icy and utterly lost hearts.
The sad and broken lives
Left to ponder,
Whether there is a purpose,
To live a life of
despair and unhappiness.
The colors of warmth,
fall to the end of existence.
The feeling of devotion
has long left.
Anger and hatred
Leave as the mind dissolves.
Numb,
undisturbed.
The end of life.
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