This is how the end comes.
It is wrapped in silver like a gift.
The gift is most welcome,
eager to see what is inside.
Inside was not what I wanted.
It was full of memory.
Each memory had a story.
They played inside my head.
The head was filled with irrelevance,
as I sought for the divine.
What could be more sought after
than a life of heartfelt love?
In love with the only One—
this is how the end comes.
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NaPoWriMo Day 27 prompt to write a duplex sonnet.
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