P A U S E S
P A U S E S,
They'd say it's good.
How far? I'd wonder.
S T O P.
If you need,
Wonder, for how long.
P A U S E
If you must,
But Tarry the journey.
E N D
It's a name
They'd give.
All remains the same
Life like a game
That's all a name.
The ripples continues,
There's no end.
No stopping.
No pauses.
It's a construe.
We exist to feel the burn
It rest when no breath remains.
Copyright © Mira Keats | Year Posted 2024
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