End of the World

I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,

I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears

I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,

And shouted with impudence in spite of fears

 

I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm

I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice

But shuddered when the dark answered in return

Should have stayed silent, now regret my choice

 

I watched a stricken landscape mourning in ash

And turned away like the gods who shunned

Now all humanity hunches in every gash

Within a broken earth not yet abandoned

◄ Teethpods

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 24th Apr 2019 21:49

"Wings of bone and crystal tears." One of my favourite lines ever.
Beautiful imagery.

J. x

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keith jeffries

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 09:48

Powerful if not prophetic language which gives the reader a glimpse of the end times.

" I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art".such a fabulous expression of where the world might find itself.

This poem has an almost unique quality and I salute your writing of it.

Thank you
Keith

mona s

Tue 23rd Apr 2019 05:15

Very beautiful expression and poignant imagery... Excellent.


Mona

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Heart of Lead

Mon 22nd Apr 2019 23:30

Thank you very much, CQ. I confess, all comes from reading Russian apocalypse literature.

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The Carbon Quill

Mon 22nd Apr 2019 23:19

The visual is concrete, the emotion is overwhelming. Well done!

CQ

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