Happily Ever After

It's artifice and nothing more.
A story has to start and end,
The monster comes and stalks
Its prey. A hero bravely slays
The beast. The story's finished.
We are done, but no one knows
What made the monster. Had
It parents? Where'd it grow?
And no one cares to watch
The hero, feted once, begin
To change. A monster, he was,
His kids said, but we are done.
We cannot listen. We prefer
The artifice, our patience
Being limited, to understanding
Stories never truly start or end.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-08-13 at 14:37

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