Ruptured planetA Poem by C.Weaver
Poem about the end of the world. I'd appreciate, comments, or reviews (good and bad) thanks :).
Another sonic-scream from the heavens hits as the searchlight bombs rain down on us.
The burning zeppelin clouds roar and the sound resonates through the earth, shaking the ground and our frantic minds.
The sirens are screaming like terrified freaks and there’s no where left on this ruptured planet to hide.
Lightening vaporizes the darkness illuminating the white
faces of the dearly departed
and we know
there’s no way out of it this time.
The end is officially
© 2010 C.Weaver
Oxford, Oxfordshire, United Kingdom
AboutHi! My name's Connor. I'm an aspiring writer, nothing serious at the moment, but i hope to one day be a journalist/professional author (we can all dream). more..