Sara Kathryn Breland
"The End Itself"
Gabe Bostick "A Window to the Soul"
The tables began to shake with horror
The protection of the lights grew poorer
The sky transformed into a feature
The wind blew with the intent of a creature
The view of the chaos was deafening
The crumbling earth and uprooted trees were threatening
But only brutish silence was heard
For no one was panicking or even saying a word
A petrifying force was sensed
My regret all became very immense
And I thought that this was the end
And I wished for all my remorse to mend
I thought upon all the fallacious actions of myself
I thought upon all whom I could and should have helped
I thought upon those who advised me
I thought upon those who despised me
I thought about how I should have done better
I thought about the moments that I treasured
I thought about the people who formed me into an individual
I thought about those who were far from critical
As I reflected, I understood how it all played a role
By the positive and the negative, and the lessons I had been told
A lifetime is not wholesome without heartbreak
For it all should she cherished as a keepsake
The circumstances grew harsher
And the time to live was impossible to barter
As we all grieved the art of our existence
No soul made any resistance
Some cried out for their guilt
Others wept for their density would soon wilt
We all braced ourselves for when the end would bring upon it self
As we waited innocently, helpless we felt
Eyes closed
Movement itself dozed
Each hand clasped another
Mother and father, sisters and brothers
As I waited in terror
The suspense felt like a snare
I awoke from my dream in collation
And realized it all just a figment of my imagination