Sooner Than We Think

Shhh!

Listen 

To the heartbeat

In the earth’s core;

It grows fainter 

Every day

With every breath

That is taken. 

The lands 

Will soon shatter

And crack,

And the waters

Will overflow

Into the towns,

The masses

Running in fear.

Soon to be heard are

The sorrow

In their cries

As hell breaks loose

From a sunny sky;

Sunshine will be 

Misleading,

For all it will do

Is burn-

Burn the pain

To create agony,

And burn the earth

To create misery. 

The world will be

Too weak 

To withstand much more;

Soon it will fall

And become dust

At the sounding crack

Of a lightning storm. 

Soon-

Soon it will be too late,

And nothing more

Will be left to do.

Reviews

[not here]

This sounds a lot like a poem I wrote once. 'Cept I thought there was still one thing to do: Love.
It's never too late to give love.

I like the way you structured this piece, Sarah. And I'm always personally affected when I see other people atleast think about things like this. (Will there be an apocolypse? I dunno. But if there is...)

Thanks for sharing

[Felecia]

First, and only thought, that came to mind after reading this was. Apocolypse. And then many thoughts came after this of course, so I guess I lied when I said that it was my only thought.
This poem was just...wow. Enchanting, thrilling and just beautiful.
It send a pretty clear message. I guess it would alos involve us changing the world for the better. Some things we need to fix, otherwise it will be too late and we'll never be able to fix it or change it, because it will be too late.
This is beautiful. Great job, like always Sarah.

-Felecia