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The end

The end

A Poem by Michelle Mackenzie

A bad dream or a prophecy of the end?


The End


My eyes start to close,

Sleep comes to me,

Off to a far away land,

Drifting off to sea.


The clouds gather like a storm,

The colours start to merge above,

I begin to dream of fear,

I begin to fear of losing love.


I open my eyes,

I feel disheartened and cold,

Standing in a feild,

Armed and standing bold.


I held a dagger in my grip,

A dress as red as blood could be,

Then Im back in a boat,

Drifting out to sea.


I could feel the dagger,

It's heavy in my hand,

Like holding two bags of sugar,

Standing as if I was in command.


So I drift off to sea,

Being thrown with each wave,

I am all alone,

With no one left to save.


The end of the world,

My legs feel like lead,

I wake up gasping,

Back in my bed.

© 2010 Michelle Mackenzie

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Added on July 25, 2010
Last Updated on July 25, 2010


Michelle Mackenzie
Michelle Mackenzie

Essex, United Kingdom

I am 24 years old. I have a daughter called Natasha-Rose. I have a gorgeous fiance called Gavin. I spend my day taking care of Natasha, and then I spend my evening doing my writing. more..


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