Poem 297 : Diminished Ends

 Diminished Ends

                              - T ABRAHAM

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A blunt and blurry start,

With no clear pointers,

To ponder and to think,

Soaked by a darker ink,

Palms pale without pink,

Rolling over by words,

Dark motions roaring,

Tatters under sewing,

Torn and patched up,

Scars and blood mixed,

Healing under disruption,

Dismantled and built again,

Lost many but some to gain,

Repeating itself again,

The process of breaking,

To again toil and rebuild,

A day comes suddenly,

Where none to break it,

But the foundation intact,

Completing the contract,

Forever it stands alone,

Never meeting its end,

With none to pretend.