apocalypse – RadioactivePoetry

Doom & Destiny

Shade befallen vale
There I dwell
Where I fail
To put to quill
Such things as I will

Seeing spiders crawl
On the walls,
In the corners of my eye

Creak of bones
Hidden in my walls
Banging,
Begging to be released

Of this world I saw a fall
On an autumn wind
I forsee destruction

As words seem to fail me
I find myself unveiled to thee
Can you see through my walls
Are my shields transparent
Am I that aberrant
Doomed to lie in decay
Destined to die in dismay

10/5/21 – Andy McRae

We are Frost
 
From atop my reptilian mount
I behold the world's dark
The foaming oceans blue
The burning seas of wood
 
Dead worlds entrance bare
Slinking weasels dance 
Words, I've gone into a trance
Rotting wood my grave
 
Are you there, my rare
Doves fallen from air
Deer going mad
Sing to me of death
 
Are we still here, why
I might say, if not on my way
Turned from falling rubble
Given in, to discard the human race
 
Wake in terror, volcanic fissures
Open in malls, women and children
Die in painful moves
Pain only grows
 
Daggers in their eyes
Blind drive by, taking lives
Of helpless girls and boys
Of course we all die
 
So why cry
Over a world split over
Molten cubes
Stir until renewed
 
But we will not be there
Too many lost
Buildings tossed
We are frost.
 
9/21/20 – Andy McRae