In The Final Days...

I wanted to post this poem that I wrote some time back for you guys to see. I wrote it in a time when I was thinking about what we are all worth, and how small and insignificant we may feel in regards to the scale of the vast universe that surrounds us, and how everything could be over in an instant.

This is about knowing that the world will end and exploring how people from different backgrounds would handle the situation. This is the story of the sun crashing down as those high and low; men, women and children await their fate.

In The Final Days

It had come to pass that the final days of Earth were nigh,

As the sun had become another red giant of the sky,

To grow and wipe out the inner five children and all of their worth,

And the children of these children, the children of Earth.

And so the mighty human race took their cover,

Families with families, every man and his brother,

With memories that will be cherished for these final hours,

When no poor will suffer and no monarch has their power.

In the east and in the west every bird seeks its nest,

Every pebble to its place of birth as Earth awaits eternal rest,

From the life that it gave to so many yet so few,

To make way for life unknown and new.

Those who found precious love feel only hate,

All alone ugly duckling girls must wait,

For the stars will go out, and the empty sky will be sound,

And tales of love and loss will be sent to the ghost town.

As with any tale there are those who dare to dream,

With their head in the clouds carried by the stream,

The misery and sadness of the oncoming pain,

As a life of prospects and ambitions goes down the drain.

The innocence of children is held so dear,

No worries to stop them, not an ounce of dreaded fear,

As a mother sits and cries she cannot cope,

Her body drained of all energy as she says a prayer of hope.

As the flow of Afton Waters begins to cease,

 The army of humans know that their future looks so bleak,

And at the highest points there are those who pray,

For peace and harmony for the final day.

All alone in the slums an angry young man will cry,

Oblivious to what is happening not knowing why,

A life of poverty and anger is given to so many like him,

With a future of sadness and sorrow in places so grim.

As we look up to the stars we see the gateway to life unknown,

From where the empire of humans started all alone,

And as the stars twinkle through that foggy haze,

Hope is all we have left in those final days.

As the light becomes blinding, from each eye a tear will fall,

As the warm blanket comes to devour all,

With rays so bright pain burns through many empty hearts,

That echo of happy memories of those who once left a mark.

With those of us who we once held so dear,

We cherish in memories and hold so near,

For the darkness is coming and the end must come,

And in the last minutes we must find the strength to carry on.

And now the minutes turn to seconds as we say tearful goodbyes,

With hugs and kisses and tears falling from every eye,

While now silence has fallen to the ticking of the clocks,

For in one the world ends, and every heartbeat stops.