The End

The End

A Poem by The Nameless
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the end of the world, or at least my imagination's view of it

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I step outside into the last day of my life
With no comprehension of the possible end of time

People scurry like ants across the roads
Carrying all their different loads

The wind chills me like I've been locked into a freezer
I hear people screaming - the end is growing near

I stare up at the clouds, they stare back at me
Their black eyes ready to take all that is

Burnt grass fields stretch as far as I can see
Destruction in the making, sculptures of debris

All that is left on earth of light
Is an electrifying spark of death without a fight

The only rain to dance and sing in
Is the tears in which our world is flooding

I cannot hide, I cannot escape
The end has made a million dollar deal with fate

© 2013 The Nameless


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Finally I read a poem on the end of the world...I wanted to read it from a while....it's really good....though I would have preferred if it had been more descriptive....but it's still really good...awesome work :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


The Nameless

11 Years Ago

Hm... yeah, I suppose I should have. Now that I've read it after what you said.
I suppose it's.. read more
Akshita

11 Years Ago

That's the thing...it's really hard to know if the readers perceived the poem as you wanted them to .. read more
Very nice! you know I do like the topic! I revisited recently the movie the Matrix lol and it brought me back to my sci-fi worries about humanity.

Do you like science fiction and do you think global warming will be a serious problem?

Posted 11 Years Ago


The Nameless

11 Years Ago

Well, it depends on what type of science fiction.
I really liked Matrix and its unique view th.. read more

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Added on January 19, 2013
Last Updated on February 3, 2013
Tags: the, end, of, world, earth, apocalypse, death, violence, pain

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The Nameless
The Nameless

South Africa



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