In The EndA Poem by Lucia Morgan
The trees have been bent,
It's birds fly aground, And around the shallow, cool pools of the forest, Animals fall down. Veins bleed red toxic, Eyes blind in the light. The sun's never coming, The dark must have won the great fight. Only grey, round, polluted clouds, Answered by blank faces. What has happened? The moon, too, just cannot place it. It is the end.
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on July 10, 2013 Tags: end of world, society, decay, global warming, ignorance, nature, death, the world AuthorLucia MorganTempe, AZAboutshy. enjoys everyday things. aspiring writer. favorite books include All Quite On The Western Front, The Bell Jar, and others. favorite authors include Vladimir Nabokov, Kurt Vonnegut, Ernest.. more..Writing
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