It Ended Already
Starting and stopping and missing the best parts.
Did it start yet?
No, it stopped already.
I'm always missing the beginning.
Caught on the scorpion-tail of the end.
Because I'm too good for clocks and timekeeping
And best friends.
I never catch the beginning,
I never see the anthem sung or the infectious parade
Of the athletes as they burst out of the gates
Like horses off to their own races.
I'm stuck on a leash,
Yanking, tugging, choking myself hoarse
With trying to get there on time
But I'm going the wrong way.
Always going the wrong way.
I missed the start again.
It's my favorite part, you know,
When everything has the balls to finally go.
When the crowd gets real quiet.
Reverent.
For the dead.
Am I dead?
Because there's a pit inside.
Maybe that's why I miss the beginnings.
Because I am an end myself.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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