The EndA Poem by The Namelessthe end of the world, or at least my imagination's view of it
I step outside into the last day of my life
With no comprehension of the possible end of time People scurry like ants across the roads Carrying all their different loads The wind chills me like I've been locked into a freezer I hear people screaming - the end is growing near I stare up at the clouds, they stare back at me Their black eyes ready to take all that is Burnt grass fields stretch as far as I can see Destruction in the making, sculptures of debris All that is left on earth of light Is an electrifying spark of death without a fight The only rain to dance and sing in Is the tears in which our world is flooding I cannot hide, I cannot escape The end has made a million dollar deal with fate © 2013 The NamelessReviews
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StatsAuthorThe NamelessSouth AfricaAboutOne word, one sentence and not even one paragraph can tell you enough to know who I am. more..Writing
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