Last Day of the Apocalypse

One more stare into the wilds

Red waters drifting through my hands

Dark thoughts invading my mind

Silently drowning my desired night

The poet`s hands carving my name on a dark, cold grave

My last sentence to the eternal flames

A father`s memory, once alive

Fell into my forgotten shards

Strong feelings of a guilt

My passion never left me

For I was born by the ocean`s will

Into the last day of the Apocalypse.

Regards,

Mithaali Korga

A dark piece about the dawn after an apocalypse, and all the memories of bloodshed left behind. A visionary piece by Mithaali Korga aka MithaalyKorga. Leave some feedback below for our fellow poet!

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