Apocalypse

Piece by piece,

Grain by grain,

It dismantles.
It rains.

Eggshells and wineglass,

Delicate fragility,

It shatters the peace,

Disturbs my tranquility!

Everything and anything

Is nothing at all,

When it’s broken,

When it’s had its fall.

Damage is determining.

It bases worth.

It will be hated,

Even at birth.

One thing can start it,

Begin the wretched game.

Start the fire,

Light a flame.

It may be small at first,

Just a smoldering twig,

But fuel will feed that fire

Until it’s very, very big.

That fire destroys everything,

Nothing but ash in its wake.

It’s blackened and charred,

Nothing left to take.

Sounds of roaring flames,

Sounds of crackling life,

I see it rage around me;

I see it with the knife.

The world is coming to an end,

But it’s not just one quick slice.

It ends itself by picking

Itself apart, it’s not very nice.

It’s slow and painful,

Drawn out suffering.

It’s Armageddon.

Repent!  It’s ending.

From the raging fire within,

From the darkest corners of my being,

I cry out against injustice,

That life’s so fleeting.

In the end we’re equal.

In the end we’re the same.

We’re just people;

We all share that name.  

Written September 14, 2006.  

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