Poem -

The Silence of the End

The Silence of the End

Our world is full of life, love, laughter, anger, hate, and hunger

What happens in the end, when there is no one to talk to

No one to hold, no skin to feel, no love to give, no sound to hear

The silence of the end, the time when all becomes silent

From the light to the darkness, from the living to the dead

What shall we do when we speak no more, we no longer have each other

The trees are bare and the song birds have lost their song, the wind blows no longer

The sun shines no more and we have become the ashes of the earth where we began

The strength of our hearts have broken, and the pieces of our soul have moved on

What lasts in this world forsaken, is it life? is it pure? is it real? who knows what the end

Will treat us, until we meet in the heavens path of the unknown and we find eternity within

The silence of the end is near, I hear the thunder from under the depths of the sea

And I know the sky feels our shame, and the stars now at our face, burn our skin

And we will soon be dim with the end of time, apocalypse will find the dark path and lead us to a new begin

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