everyday

I can see The End

right before my eyes,

ears,

hands,

grasping at straws,

sleeping in shadows,

starving with fear

my dear.  The demise

of Mankind is

all around us.

Touch it quick

before it’s gone.

© 2008 Christel Grady

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  1. Trapped

    Miss,
    Excuse my interruption. Just wanted to say how much I appreciate the edgy feel of this poem. I’m a fan…Thank you

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