Apocalypse

Apocalypse

A Poem by Trivén

A breeze becomes a storm.
And a wave, a tsunami.
The balanced orbit of existence, becomes a spiral to doom.
As the dawn rises, the apocalypse becomes apparent
and it shape:
a dull murky mix of black and deep blue fleeting in a mist of olive green.
Pointy and sharp, rough around the edges.

No stars will shine here,
no light from within.
Nothing but the wildfires will provide a source of light.
The glow of people, their burning spirits are forever lost.
Engulfed by the dark reality.

All hope, forever gone.
All salvation, a lost cause.
All but the forever burnt in mental picture.
The mesmerizing candle flame of possibility,
inside the lost heart of a last remaining soul.
The last one, to change it all.

© 2014 Trivén


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I love the imagery in this piece. Very well done.

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Added on May 30, 2014
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Trivén
Trivén

Sweden



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