The End

The end is near,

Gone are the days of past memories,

Built up in  metal lockers and messy binders,

Summer’s heat has already arrived,

Saluting the end as it waves past,

No more walking the same ways,

To and from,

Back and forth,

It’s slipping,

And I don’t feel sad,

For I know,

That the moments count more,

So yes,

The end is nearing,

And a beginning starts,

A gigantic change,

But not impossible.



Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. I've always loved to read, and daydream too. I love literary pairings in sounds and text, styles and images. My favourite book is 1984 by George Orwell.

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