The End

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Summary

A poem about an ending.

Genre
Poetry/Mystery
Author
Ez
Status
Complete
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Relax, its almost over.

A gentle breeze flows through the trees


They bend and creek


The world is still


The world is silent

But not a bad or scary silence

A peaceful silence

No one is going anywhere

No one has anything to do

But wait


It's only been a few weeks since the riots stopped


Population numbers dropped

And people don't need to fight anymore

There's nothing to fight for

It is the end of the world


No more crime

No more violence


It's just quiet


Few left

We're just waiting


Waiting for the last sunset of the end

Last Breath

Last heartbeat


Last thought


No more fear in us

No pain in our bodies

No pain to our brains


No one is lost

We are exactly where we need to be


The sadness that lingered in the air for so long is gone

There is no more hope for humanity, but we have accepted that


It’s peaceful


Here we are, here I am

Just waiting


No one rushing

Nobody is bracing for what's to come

No one is trying to procrastinate the end

Not anymore


Just patiently waiting


It's a nice night

The sun is setting

Stars are settling


Still and quiet


There is an odd feeling of unity

Though physically we are alone

Few feel the soft dirt on this earth


I take a breath

Feel cold air pass into my lungs

It only stings for a second

Then back out, this time through my mouth


The sun lowers

It goes dark


This is the last night

The last night of everything


The last night of

The End.