The Final Purge Poem by Kevin Aroni

The final purge
On top of the mountain,
There I sat;
Quietly and silently watching the sun go down.
In the reminiscence of the past,
I drowned in the nostalgia of the last;
Tamara,
The worst I met last fall
The moment I walked down the hallway.

Just before the sunset,
Everything was over, yet it was never the end.
Puffing on a thick grey cloud
And bluffing on pick and peel pound.
Before doors would fling wide open,
I penned the last letter to the state.
Dear God,
They've been judging the book by its cover,
Now truth they can't uncover
Dear God,
Clean dripping water calls
Clear in default and blurry in fault.

I slept and, in my dreams,
I saw the star shine so bright, with its shimmering rays,
Magnificently gracing the western horizon,
I dreamed, I saw,
The sun fleeing from the earth,
Lo and behold!
It just turned scarlet red;
A sign of chaos and anarchy,
I saw I watched humanity gets confused in the line of ownership;
The state intrigues
About the unsolved puzzle.
Chasing on paper and casing on
And in my dreams,
I saw the world crumble and everything fall apart!

The fish will drown,
And the mountain bear shall shed its tough skin,
I saw, the young lad take charge and spill the purge
And before the sound of the mighty gavel,
I heard an enormous bang akin to a great door opening from afar.

Author: Kevin Aroni
AMP