Joshua Smith


The End Of The World - Poem by Joshua Smith

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 and falls into his trap.

When her eyes open up, everything looks the same
Awakened by the still, faint sound of her name
Like a curtain of smoke, the clouds form overhead
The rain begins to fall and wash away the dead
It is at that moment when she realizes
That from this time on there are no surprises
She’s the only one left, just one lonely girl
Hoping and praying it’s not the

END OF THE WORLD.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 26, 2010


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