Marck Riggins

Epitaph - Poem by Marck Riggins

Wailing howl of this world's fate
An epitaph that punctuates
The time is short, the hour late
Fig tree's bud is blooming

Stand fast in eye of storms
Peace prevails, unalarmed
Still the madness goes unchecked
Our own destruction looming

The world in this tumult raves
Gathering front of white-capped waves...
Coal-black sky of clouds that rage
From thunderclaps is booming

Topic(s) of this poem: apocalypse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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