When Days Come To An End

When the days come to an end, and darkness falls,
when all life fades, and joy is but a memory on the wall,
when heroes have fallen, and fear is all we know,
our faces are but masquerades of hope which is no more,
when the light fades away and demons crawl out
and the angels we once knew all lost the fight,
when blood and bones flow down empty streets,
and cold dead bodies cover our feet,
when all we know is pain and sorrow,
and today is but a shadow of yesterday’s tomorrow,
when the cold soil covers our decayed bones,
with nothing but ‘died’ cracked on our gravestones,
when all we are is lost, and cold emptiness surround us,
 all because we let our raw greed consume us,
once humans, in a virtuous world that made sense,
now just corpse, nothing but a shadow of our existence.

Author's Note

so, what do you think?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem. I wondered often. The important of human life. Some people believe human life will be gone like the ancient beast. Could be true? A good poem for thoughts and leave the reader something to ponder. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[sonnie ibadah]

thank you for reading!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.