When Will It End

It builds in silence

Like a wake...

A teardrop shed,

A moan, a sigh...

The dreadful quake of amuffled cry

As emotions burst into openflame

And the circle breaks

To a world of dread,

As the Serpent comes to

Lay his claim.

 

We leave this life

In a silent rage,

So unsure yet

Longing for more

As we leaf through the book

Reviewing each page,

Wistfully hoping the

Final score

Will prove us worthy

Of a second look.

Not really sure what made itbegin...

Life's fatal question:

"When will it end?"