And now what? (NaPoWriMo 2022 #30)

Month's end.
And yet
it doesn't feel like an end.
Well, sure,
it's not the end end,
the final breath before
what exactly?

Yet even a month end
this closing
should surely
bring some satisfaction?
Some catharsis,
some peace
some serenity.

Yet instead,
I am restless.

It as though
I have walked across a desert
and having reached
the shore and sea
I rage at the fading sands
and refuse the transition.
Unsatisfied
by the chapter's closure,
too wound up
in the original
to accept the sequel.

And so it ends,
but I find no release,
like a song on repeat
it goes on
it goes on,
but relief evades.

It ends
yet still things go on.