Poem concerning the end of time…mine, yours or ours.
Blackened Skies
Surrounding me
Astounding me
The sounds die away
The houses fly apart
The people’s mouths opened
But no screams
Dropping to the ground
The ground, it moves
Groping for something to hold onto
Blinding lights
Then darkness
The sounds begin again
The screams
The pain surrounds me
Astounds me
The Blackened Skies
Fall down on me
We are no more
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