PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

So the end has come to meet you

and you’re unsure whether to say hello

or shut the door in the face

of the black-hooded solicitation

you can feel the malicious grin

from behind the wall of black

even the air around the figure

seems to plummet to its death



Slow at first then gathering speed

as the train wreck takes hold

of the track it bends under its iron feet

brandishing its own tether



as a weapon against the changes

moving matter through phases



tides begin to fade away

the oceans become tame

winds fall silent

tempers grow violent

as the mirror recollects his name



demands of equal rights

bring fights that fill the streets

as the rifle sheds its weight in fear

and nearby glass is shattering



but all is still

the earth is taking her last breath

we swallowed the pill

and now we face the consequence

you’ve had your fill

of this carpe diem life

they all grew ill

from the product of your strife



pumping black blood through your veins

the heart dries up and opens drains

it all sinks down

it all sinks down

let’s hope you’ve found your wings

and that you’re ready when the system brings

itself to a grinding halt