A job done with no reward in sight
A crime done with all desire, that's right
A willing end to a show well played
A suspenseful stop to a song well made
What goes up
Must come down
What starts
Will end
Rules no one can change
Placed by one, who no one knows his name
What was born
soon turns to bone
A painful start
Begins the longest art
A slow end
Which this start begets
Author notes
I was bored one night and decided to make a dark poem about life's subliminal meaning.
Comments
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This poem speaks the truth. I love the way it all ties together. Wonderful!
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I think that you hit the nail on the head...you did a brilliant job. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Rich
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