"It Is What It Is"

A hard telling,

I've to tell.

At it's end,

It didn't end well.

It spawned hate.

An ending forebode.

None should follow,

And carry this load.

The onset of winter,

The heart of cold.

Longing an embrace,

None will hold.

I know I ramble,

Again, again and again.

For this story.

Has naught a begining or end.

It is what it is,

Never more than that.

Neurons flash traveled paths.

Endings with no way back.

I did wish, I did believe.

That upon our end you would see.

But you never had the hope.

To fight for me.

dg

Danny Gunter

10-11-2011