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I can’t wait for the end of the world!

I can’t wait for the end of the world!

I want the Earth to crack open 

I want the red sky to fall
crushing all 

I want chaos personified 
the mountains to divide 
continents swept away by a tide 
and for Lucifer not to hide 

I want my body to deteriorate 
my bones crushed by Heaven’s weight 
the seas licked dry like a finished plate 
foreboding winds howling checkmate 
agony replaces man’s hate 

I don’t want this 

I don’t want to drown 
in thoughts 
I don’t want to suffer lots 
always in this state
I don’t want to suffocate   
on anxiety 
I don’t want to grasp after gaiety 
only to find despair 
I don’t want to live a nightmare 
when I’m still awake 

When I went to the lake 
my mind whirled 
as the bubbles impearled 

I can’t wait for the end of the world!

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The fish of the sea

I love this write. And I cant relate. Sometimes it just feels like you just want to cry out "someone just stop it now" just to see what would happen. Fantastic wordplay and again stunningly unique poetry. I cant wait to see what you come up with next SG!

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Sad Girl

Thank you for the lovely feedback as usual TFOTS! It warms my heart that you continue to like my poems :)

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