Flights of Fantasy

Flights of Fantasy Standing along the shore oh so black!! Utterly  devoid of a  redeeming mark   The firmament above stretching towards the horizon less The storm clouds lining it with their long dark tresses!!   The ocean infront swelling up into one giant monster Preparing to devour without a murmur   All existences animate and inanimate As if in acceptance of their fate   Bracing up to entwine their actuality Into a blurring vortex of extinguished reality     Our galaxy and the galaxies beyond All that exists interweave into an eternal bond   And me standing all alone Awaiting my turn after all’s gone   The only animate existence Offering little resistance   A solitary participator and witness To the happenings beyond my guess     Now waiting in trepidation of that moment Awaiting being sucked into this torrent     And then being lurched into Utter Oblivion Or will it be coalescence into eternal reunion???

Author's Note

Well this poem is about a black wild passionate turn of nature
It occurred to me just like that !
This is my very first attempt at penning down a poem!
Know there would be quite a lot of errors!
Please bear with the same and let me know my flaws!
Thanks!