The Shadow Of The End

By Anuvindan T

A compassion less shadow, born from the light of life itself

A silent watcher of the facades, the lost, and the honest seekers alike

A being designed to act on its whims, regardless of what that’ll cause

It’s the end of the journey that all of us seek, ignorant that’s all there is

One that’s with us the moment we’re born, seeking to embrace us whole

To strip us of journey of life, one that we’ve long since forgot

One whose colours and the path that’s ignored, in our rush for the end

Unaware that the end is our shadow, biding to make us it’s own

One that’s there, it serves no man but the incessant ticks of time

Something we ignore in comfort of dreams and those delights of the end

One that we do not acknowledge or accept, till we’re forced by the world

Till it’s in our face, humans will never be wiser and enjoy the race

By Anuvindan T