the world's end

a condolent orange haze

blankets my vision.

as streaks of red

break the horizon.

i've wandered to the edge,

seen everything given,

every path i've laid,

but i could never listen.

the ocean rips, and shakes violently.

it forms a passage, with flowing walls.

i walk through, the infinte dichotomy,

because i promised i wouldn't fall.

a second sun sets,

and pulverizes the lithosphere.

its nothing interesting, 've been here before.

like an old foggy memory.

the world burned forever,

then came an icy freeze.

it seemed so strange,

everything so serene.

then little green men,

arrived in their shiny silver ship.

they offered me hand,

to go on a little trip.

to take me somewhere.

before the worlds end,

and ill get to watch it.

all over again.

i said yes, or at least i think.

everything turns foggy,

after the millionth repeat.

or so i've been told.

Author's Note

I know poetry is up to interpretation, but this is about grief and my experiences with therapy. I know I could make that more clear, but this poem is for me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like this poem...strong feeling for the reader.
I would leave out the author's notes...Just let readers get what they get from the poems...
as individuals how do the poems hit them...what is their own experience....
If a poem is too clear in meaning with its presentation it ceases or doesn't get a chance to be universal.