When time and space collapse
When the moon turns to dust
When stars make way for darkness
When the hell-fire is extinguished
When planets cease to turn
When the thoughtless become thoughtful
When suns are reduced to embers
When names are meaningless
When the wind blows away and never comes back
What then?
YOU ARE READING
Disturb Them
PoetryStories should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. Let each and every sentance sink in and... then what? I don't know you tell me.
