The End

The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain

But come

For everyone but me

All things are out of place and strange

Even I am a foreigner

A stranger in a dark alleyway

Yes indeed, it is the end

It's the end of the world as I knew it

It's the end of the self that l've always been

But it won't be the end

of me

NIGHTBIRDE

A Poem from "Poems for the Dark" by Nightbirde