The Song That Never Ends

It all began,

Right at the center of my heart,

Identified my desires like a badge.

The sprout was sentimental,

And the notes so musical,

A feeling so alluvial.

Then came the request,

A bunch of quests,

Wanting to know the taste,

Is the music a conditional slate?

I did not know then,

Happy it had began though,

I felt a clinch in the midst,

And wondered, the chance to the request,

Flatness, bumpiness, down like a valley,

So it all sagged.

Coming to an end,

I was glad the sadness I need not defend,

Glad it would come to an end,

But now, its a replay of melancholy,

Circle of confusion,

Beats of constant arguments,

Notes of unending apologies.

Wonder when it will ever stop,

Sadly its a song that never ends.

By Nyonje