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