It ends in a whisper

A Poem by adakaia

dark poetry about climate change, the end of the world, and death.

I.
The inevitable death
Rebirth has gone askew
Seasons pass, and skies darken,
Don’t ask the scientists,
They all went mad.
Oppressed by a system
Persecution- how ironic

Was this all someone’s plan?
To violate us all at once
Leaving us stranded,
the classless masses
Clueless and yet still to blame

Is it an illusion in the mirror?
You turn around and find a crack
A gaping hole in the fabric of space
entropy snuck out of his kingdom
And into our domain

And yet Earth spins madly on,
Reclaiming her place in the stars
All the wiser, from the problem children
It is in the vast and empty marina of space
That we realize, no1 was watching
For no1 cared.

II
A watch that ticks to your internal rhythm.
Death knocks on the door thrice
At the first knock a warning
The second, a series of vivid flashback
The sweet sadness and a dose of DMT
And then back to the sweet nirvana

Music in the distance; Tap dance with me
Toil away until time becomes transient
Follow endless repetitions, time loops
And die with me slowly, on the watches’s time
hang plastic trinkets, ward off the demons
And most importantly, try to enjoy the dance