The End Or The Beginning Poem by jeswin varghese

Moments roll by,
Feeling numbness heave a sigh,
Wanting weavering memories,
To just fly by.

Desperate measures, Step on their own,
Reaping blunders, Those which we have sown.

Carelessly do our feet trod,
Fighting our way pass misery,
Fighting to let our patience stay.

This constant echo in our head,
Whispers promises of the heart left unsaid,
Unheard hisses,
Unheard voices,
Untold stories,
Truths-half bled.

Never does aid of the light bring a dawn,
Neither will the faiths part with the wrong.

Never does the released heed to the chained pawn,
Never has the guts to stand ever born!

Wits here bartered for a cheap trade,
Right from wrong slain by a swift blade.

Is this the end of a new beginning? !
Or is this the beginning of a new end? !