Until it doesn’t.

The waves still crash,

the heart still beats,

the fire turns ash,

and still it heats.

The sun still rises,

the earth still spins,

The mask disguises,

the human sins.

The day goes on,

and does repeat,

with every dawn,

the night retreats.

The fish still flops,

The blood still flows,

until it stops,

and no one knows.

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  • Mnofdichotomy on Nov 17, 2009

    someone always knows. beautiful write, mo.

  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 17, 2009

    I am the doctor
    Who knows your pulse?
    Act not at a moment’s impulse
    Life shall repeat
    History it will create
    All human beings
    Will continue to procreate,
    Writers like me
    Who are free?
    Will write poetry
    My friend for ye

  • Dmc65 on Nov 17, 2009

    Very nice rhyming , I enjoy your work . I need to get here more often to read. Keep doing you , again Nice !

  • Will Gray on Nov 17, 2009

    Great write!

  • Peter Cimino on Nov 17, 2009

    What a great poem! Loved it!

  • petercurtis97 on Nov 17, 2009

    Very nice words and rhyming.

  • STEVE666 on Nov 17, 2009

    Great little poem, Casey.

  • ssaunders on Nov 18, 2009

    Very nice write!

  • Rod Ferrandino on Nov 23, 2009

    The markers are always there; you seem to be writing your way out of a deep funk; if so, time will become your ally.

  • Midie on Dec 1, 2009

    Yes, they are still doing that thing they do now. Enjoy the rhythm of nature before the end of the world. Nice rhyme you have there.

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