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Apocalypse


The landscape collapses inward

And the moon crashes into the sun

As the crimson horizon flashes

One last glance is granted to one

~

Flightless birds with brittle scorched wings

Hop from branch to smoldering branch

While one lone subdued songbird sings

Simply because she has a last chance

~

Engulfed in acrid opaque smoke

Hope dissipates into obscurity

Growing new legs while cowering low

In this, its diluted impurity

~

Fish struggle to take their final breath

As the lakes and oceans boil

And roots let loose their steadfast grasp

Of the arid infertile soil

~

The earth splits open as the dead rise

A crown of thorns pierces my head

Scourging my soul and opening my eyes

Only to realize that I’m still in bed

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4 responses to “Apocalypse

  1. wondrous. very nicely written. love the descriptives and word play. glad to see your words again. i missed them.

  2. This is vivid. Love the end. Kudos, Scott!

  3. Yes! Nice unexpected twist for your ending, Scott!
    Vivid sensory details! Lovely word choices!

  4. Wow what a wonderful poem, glad it was a dream! Though we all know the scenery can be real. Well done Scott!!! Love it!

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