Poem Every Day #22 – Apocalypse

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons.

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons.





Apocalypse (PED#22)

Fall and crash
lights break
shrouded in darkness.
the walls crack
peering into end times.

I look back
last bits of light
through the slit in the door
(a hope for the future)

the loud, deafening
clasp of the door handle catching
drops me through the floor;

horsemen seem small,
lucifer a teddy bear
ghostly figure
petrifies and sickens.

leave for the last time
and the world goes black.