Someone Like Me {Poetry}

When the World Ends

When the world ends

I will sit on the beach,

Watching the tide come in.

I’d build a castle in the sand,

Symbolizing all that ever was,

Is, and could have been.

We’d remember fading memories

So they might be preserved for tomorrow,

And sigh since it’s already too late.

I wish we had been better for each other.

The ocean rushes in and out,

A heaving eternal thing.

With so many creation stories

Of the world emerging from the sea,

Is it not just as possible

The world will fall the same way?

Drowned down to its depths,

Clinging to our dreams,

And washed away

Like branches on the shore.

Mists cloud our peripheral vision

And prophecies fog our hearts.

You rush from winter water,

Sweet storms that ravage our hands

And pour into the coldest depths of ice

(Where only snow and fur swirl

Into the blackness of night.)

You pause, and a ghost passes by,

Its horn silencing the frost.

You look again,

And green spring froth

Bubbles in the sun,

Its speckled foam

Sizzling flattened daisies

Pressed between the

Pages of your soul,

Where orange heat

Singes your own skin.

The end has come.