People often
fantasise
about
where they would be
during the
end times?
How would they
pass those final breaths
before the inescapable universal death?
Well, I never wanted to be
the bearer of bad news
but look around you...
What do you see?
This is exactly
what we'd do,
you and me.
We are already living
in those final heartbeats.
We would consume.
News on demand.
Still being sold
at a premium.
Advertising will still run
until the very last shot.
A burning planet,
everything must go,
do one final shop.
Screaming at us to buy
their products.
Sunscreen will not
protect you a jot
when the burning ball
fires up so hot
and devours itself.
But they will lie,
telling you to buy, buy, buy.
People think
it will be sexy times,
one last fling
before the final curtain call.
Before those bells begin to ring.
Again, I hate to break this to you all.
But stress makes performances fall.
It's hard to get excited
when the world around you
is crumbling to the floor,
and the atoms are screaming to be saved.
And even if the earth does move,
It's not so easy to find romance,
within the uproar of a world
being torn in two.
It doesn't get much more stressful
than being up against the wall,
feeling the biggest bang of all.
The wolf always knew
this day would come.
One final walk into the smouldering sun.
Vaporising the thoughts that once did run
free through these fields.
He was a part of the pack.
Now he stands
alone once more.
Alone.
A tear drops at his paw.
Alone.
A lone wolf.
One final run.
Before...
Before…
Thanks for reading
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here
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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