(82) The End

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

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

At least it was instant death for all beings. I always feel like chicken little yelling to everyone that the end is truly coming but not the end of the world or universe just the end to technology and mass consumption of oil. I think when the world ends we will already be dust on the surface of the earth.

I think your poem takes a quick look into what it could be like in the end, maybe by then we would have confirmed or denied the existence of other intelligent life, maybe we would have found a way to break the speed of light or maybe it will be like it is now. I do agree that when the time comes poets will be still writing from their hearts. Nice write.

[Fran Marie]

an amazing piece ....intensely expressed~ nicely donE!

[Sel Whiteley]

A very vivid apolocylptic scene reinforced by the sonics

[Tasha]

Wow, this was absolutely outstanding!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

wow, this whole thing is amazing!

[Katannaism]

Wow this is really 2012-esque. Brilliant piece of 'end-of-the-world- poem. Very good. Kinda depressing because of the whole end of the world thing but this is a really good piece. :)

[Elizabeth]

Poets cried and found the words to write... but probably never gotthe chance to put pen to paper, eh? Great work!

[FJ Davis]

Is this dire prophesy?--or merely the poetic portrayal of an unlikely event-ending event.
We shall see.
Another terrific poem, Chris.