The Final Time

Contest entry. Challenge: Write a poem about this picture.

Here we are,
for the final time.
Our world has
become not dreams,
but nightmares.

Once upon a time,
we had the promise
of hope and joy
in a world of beauty
a world of love.

What is love?
I think I know,
sitting here beside you.
Something in me
longs for your touch.

Longs for your smile.
None of us have
felt love before.
Lust, sure, but
never love.

Now, in this world's final hour
we two are privileged
to finally learn what
love truly is
on this last night.

Destruction is all
the world has left.
But we have a few moments
of joy, of beauty...
Of love.

Author's Note

Quickly written as an exercise for a contest. I realize it may seem rushed.

Reviews

[Destinee]

I love how there's this sense of endlessness. I'm not sure if that's the right word i'm trying to come up with but it will have to do. It's like, in this moment, this short moment, when everything seems to be coming to an end, a flicker of love shines bright and makes the time slow itself to appreciate the beauty. lovely poem.

[Taylor H.]

loved it!

[misha]

It's really great