At The End
the rusty necklace
which was thrown into the sea
the wilted roses
that lose the petals each day
the torn bouquet wrapper
in the dustbin
a dusty photo
at the bottom of the pile
the foolish dreams
that had broken
the song lyrics
which all sound the same
stuck in an hourglass
so far ahead
at the end,
everything will be forgotten
it doesn't matter
you do you
grow up and start anew
Copyright © Mohd Zani Nurul Sharaudah | Year Posted 2023
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