Font Color=darkviolet2012 Poem by Jane Meyer

The world is glitching.
Most pass it off as a blink,
that fraction of a second
when everything around you
goes black,
But I know what’s really happening.

I can see things,
shapes forming in the darkness;
look past the veil
into the shadowy reality.

I can hear the piercing notes
that break through the barrier,
signaling its collapse.

The system in failing,
the walls of our world
are coming down;
the thing on the outside,
shielding itself
behind this false reality,
is about to be known.

The day approaches
when the world as you know it
will come to an end.

12-21-12