Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Joshua Smith
The End Of The World
It’s the end of the world, all is dark and quiet
No one’s left in sight, except for Ashley Wyatt.
She’s looking for people, to talk to and such.
She doesn’t know why, there’s nothing left but a hut
Left on a hill she doesn’t know where to go.
All she can do is wander to-and-fro,
For the story she heard, was not fully completed
She knows not why she has been left, and is not needed.
She will search for answers, to the questions she has
But inside her head, a little creature named tazz.
That little devil, filling her head with crap
She closes her eyes ...