Apocalypse Poem by Kolade Seun

'Apocalypse'

It is one of those
Early, noisy morning in hell
When I want to listen
To Silence speak


When all is gone,
The world will be lonely.
There wont be cars
To Whisper
In its ears of wind.

When all is gone,
There wont be soles
To step on the chest
Of the earth.

When all is gone,
The leaves of tree,
With the wind will gossip
About the affairs of men.

When all is gone,
The storm,
Will No longer
have a prey to frighten.

The sun will rest
From opening
Its eyes of light.
The moon will be as dark as gold.

The empty earth will be empty
As 'In the Beginning...'
All will be gone...
Except Silence.