The End Of Innocence (An Acrostic Poem) Poem by Arindom Borah

It's the witching hour and I appear to be walking on a road

Not deserted-but less people-no cars too here-I'm still walking

Night's bloody cold in mid- August Brrrrr! ! Still walking and I see

On the far end, it's as if the road just blacks up-no horizon-just impervious black.

Can't see..sixth sense steps in..I've stopped just in time, I'm on the edge of a sheer precipice,

Excuse me'says a voice behind me; I move aside; A naked woman…passes by and jumps off the edge! What the f***! !

Now what's these? I see all around me.. man & women & kids..and babies too

Christ! -everyone undressing and then jumping -like robots and-zombies! Then-I laugh and

Esoterically, I undress -and in the nude, JUMP-and on and on I go- till blackness devours me.