Monday 4 March 2024

The Start of the End of Things


The Start of the End of Things



Flustered sighs and unkept misgivings

Boil and spill over

Like unwatched pasta.

Only to settle again,

When fires momentarily quell.

The undercurrents stir still

Waiting, and amplifying reverberations

Of disquietude.

An unsettling notion to witness.

Cold and unforgiving,

The stony glances and frost ridden replies

Crust over a place once warm with love.

I guess this is the start of,

The end of things.



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