In The End

All doom and gloom this poem

In the end not a dog will crow and not a bird will squeak.

Not a big foot wails or a banshee caught in a net.

In the end the dry land'll become remains of  a scorching reef.

Nothing will fall in the end, not a dull body or weathered leaf.

A blizzard for a thousand years, burning to the bone.

This place never ended up our home.

Like the dry flaking skin under an old man's eye,

Like a droopy hat on a farmer,

Or an eld girl way past her time.

The end creeps over the shoulder of our unknowing world.

To chuck water over its warm comforting flames.

And as a child the world doesn't turn away.

There is no morrow of a day, because the pond is mere nothingness now.

This eternity has lasted too long.

Nothing froze land- without drifting, or lashing waves,  it will be gone.

The end, not sparing a dime of power to take a handful of sand.

Destroyed is all of the land, in the end.

A letter to the end:

 Dear End, when you destroy and no one: male, female, mammal or reptile roams- when roaming itself seizes to occur. When you pass the crucible of death and wipe out every grain of sugar, every sorry old get and fighting bugger. Don't leave me on the side lines to watch my world astray, because I have stood there and gouged my hands in pray.

Author's Note

As always, I'm not concerned about the grammar, just about what you think of the piece.
Side note- They're still not convinced I'm human. Why can't a robot type Araua, anyway?

Reviews

[ROXANE DORSEY]

All too real and I can relate. thanks for the wonderful piece of poetry.

[Taylor]

Amazing deep deathly but fun of life