In Motion

I find my notes,
I'm almost done.
Yet I do not know,
what is to come.

The pirate loses,
his treasure and gold.
This is a metaphor,
for the ending.

Life is a simile,
without a smile.
No one thinks,
for one another

A disaster awaits,
for one to come.
Knowing things,
that kills inside.

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poem by Justin P. Buhler
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