The sky turns black as the sun glows red.
Ending doom swarms over us.
Burnt snowfall falls upon us.
Yellow dust fills our lungs as we burn inside out.
The summer is no longer warm but cold and unsettling.
Daylight doesn't show.
The crops and livestock slowly descend into the ash filled ground.
Nothing grows, and nothing lives.
Death is upon us consuming every soul.
Neighbors scream, and children cry. Women all over scatter to hide. The men lost their battle frozen in place, unable to be the hero and save.
Locked in without way of escape.
Fierce fire crawls for a feast. Looking for a meal to eat.
Running around as we stand still. Pray for survival or hope for a swift decay.
By the time it reaches us, we have already left
Doomsday.
YOU ARE READING
My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
