The End Is Coming
A Raging Wind sweeps through a seemingly
It moves through the trees rocking them from
side to side.
There is no place to hide now.
The End is coming...
A blackened sky slowly turns into shades of red.
Are you afraid?
The clouds are building, forming a circle
around us all.
is this the end?
An Abandoned house sits at the edge of the street.
It glows with sorrowful cries.
My eyes burn with curiosity.
The sky is falling, collapsing to the ground.
I walk up to the door, hoping for shelter.
The sky is as red as a lonely rose in a field of white.
I reach out my hand to the cracked door.
My mind is pacing.
My heart is racing.
The sky is crashing, the ground is breaking.
Death is following close behind.
The abandoned house is my only escape.
air grows cold.
the red sky bleeds over my body.
I pull on the door, swinging it open.
The end has come.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, March 21 2003, 10:08 pm|
Wow. This is awesome Everett! A very visual poem. Love it!
|everett (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, March 22 2003, 03:35 am|
hey Linzay..Thanks! :)
|Crystal (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, March 23 2003, 12:07 am|
Oh, my gosh. This poem is amazing, such a creative way of seeing such complexed things. Hope you write more. I would like to see things the way you have shown me.
|everett (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, March 24 2003, 05:10 am|
Thank You So Much! im glad you liked it :)
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