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An ending is simply a new begining |
It's an ending befalling this place, With my fingers, the seals I trace, Its warm and empty, and dust begins to lace Boxs fill a space where a bed would sit, Dull brown boxes, board and card where light once lit, A lone shoe box between its brown bretheren, is fit, Dust falls upon echos ringing within a small case, Voices sing in the small space, I can't hear them, I wont listen in pace, Tears begin to congeal the dust, small dark spots, I'll fall now, leave me to my best, leave me to my rots, I wont see them in box, I wont feel them in tear dots, The boxes in this place have all gone, they couldnt stay, Only the afternoon sun, dust, and a small box still lay, The car is in idle, the door is open, eveything is in play, Im alone now, Im shrowded, Its finished,no there's a box, I dont want to see them, but I must, all must be opened, all locks Turn the key and try to see, all that haunts,leave behind all that mocks Within the case, lies too many a beautiful face, Tears, they come in waves, the lid, the door, the base, I see now, they are gone too, were all simply in another space, Were all alone today, we hear each other say, we are still one, We couldnt stay, we knew this, we will all be gone, Its over, the sun it has set, It's done. |