At the end I die
Never seeing the start
From middle to end
At the end I shall cry
Never seeing clearly
From blur to blur
At the end I drop
Seeing the endless hole
From sky to sky
At the end
I shall be the end
Where the stars fall
And the warrior dies
At the end
I'll fall
To the endless space
With no ending
But isn't their always an end?
Where can I find it?
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Hidden Inside (A Poem Book) (On Hold)
PuisiIt's all Hidden Inside. Deep within this poem book. Feelings of disparity to happiness. Depression to smiles. The journey within. Through my poems. By, Raya Bhuiyan
