Endings Won't End

A turmoil... one of any number.

ENDINGS WON'T END


Lily on a pond graceful under sky
No mystery there but I don't know why
As a ripple effect do I reflect
Far from any wall of my introspect

I shine like the night whose day never comes
The dawn of an excrement bothersome
The gap, can I not, bridge back to myself;
Idle and useless a lump of a whelp

Some soldier of one and death passed away
Revealing nothing to questions in pain
Am I that feeling of loss you detest?
Greatly you wish to be rid of except...

The questions live on, a tranquil contempt
Reflections at best you didn't expect
But you are me and yet I don't believe
Any beginning from the end of these