Endings are never beautiful
There is nothing poetic about
Things coming to an end
About losing a part of you
With something you loved
Not being there anymore
The mortal nature of life
Makes it so fragile
So unpredictable
And I find no beauty in it
I find no joy in the fact
That life is so short
No wonder in the truth
That life is limited
No enlightenment in it being an unknown terrain beyond
There's a thing with poets
We make things beautiful
Even endings
Because that's the only way
We know to deal with it
With anything and everything
And yet today when I seem to need it
I find nothing poetic about it
No joy in things ending.
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