The End Poem by Martine Kolber
The End
And when the leaves
Begin to fall
Stars fade to ashes
And the moon calls
Calls to us all
That there is no where
To run to
No place secure
Nothing strong enough
The recover the wrongs
We’ve made the world
Suffer
And while we take
Our last deep breath
Our hearts explode
In fear
In the end it
Won’t matter what we
Are, worshipped will be
What we’ve done
October 11,2006 mk
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4/23/2024 6:30:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In the end it Won’t matter what we Are, worshipped will be What we’ve done (In the end we'll be dust, but our deeds forever will last.....) Great write! ! ! ! !