The End Of The World Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
The End Of The World
cold spirits whispered me here
small mutters drift twards my ears
floating amidst the words of life
whispering dryly, making it right
they coil around my shaking fingers
and leave a trail of the ghost that lingers
forever quiet never speaking
stopping lost secrets from blinking
arguments of past sit here still
catching themselves in the wind untill
i shut them out and forget their pain
close my eyes to the words of the insane
i am here unthinking
gazing at a past still sinking
i am here beyond belief
the end of the world
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5/2/2024 3:55:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i liked the way it flowed, the only part i had a problem with was the end, it just ends, theres nothing and it sounds as if you could not find something and only used 'and its grief' because it rhymed, sometimes an end can be really good if it doesnt rhyme