(82) The EndA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
The people slept, dreaming.
Silently the World was screaming. The Universe was reaching out, No one heard the silent shout. Even dark forces could not pretend, That things were coming to an end. And twenty billion souls came awake, As they witnessed the Universe break. They could hear a distant rumble, As suddenly Galaxies would crumble. The end would take all, everywhere, The end was coming for everyone there. Beings gathered together from every World. The end came, they were ready and curled. Holding each other, all were a different kind. Stars ended and there was nothing to find, Poets cried and found the words to write. And the end came with a blinding light. copyright Chris Smith 2007 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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Added on April 9, 2011Last Updated on April 9, 2011 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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