The End

Full stop. It is easy to miss out on grammar but a full stop is something we all are tremendously scared of. The heart-wrenching feeling of knowing the end is near and around but having any control over it. Until the end, all we do is run all the possibilities of our reality but it pointless. What we forget about is the aftermath of the end. What after the end? Why do we never go beyond that?

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The end,

It was happy I pretend.

But, This is where the story begins,

Twist and turn, the plot sickens.

Slowly the story unveils itself,

In your mind, where it dwells.

The ones you thought as protagonists,

The same ones who sought to be your alchemists.

Wont think twice before turning a deaf ear,

Be careful, all your time in here.

Are you worried about way out ?

There isn't any! even if you scream our shout.

Its painted pretty on the walls,

But the creatures live inside in the dark halls.

It drinks some strength and feeds on hope,

It plays on a loop, like a daily T.V Soap.

You are in it, but its not your story,

Its okay to feel bad but don't be sorry.

Aggony and pain, let out your groan,

Because even after the end, you face the aftermath alone.