Here's a short little poem thing I wrote a long time ago. This was actually put into a book by the American Library of Poetry... "Excellence - 2006 Poetry Collection". So I'm guessing if it's good enough to be in there, it must be good enough to be here!
This poem focuses on the last minutes of someone's life, and what happens the second they become a Nobody.
...enjoy!
"What's To Come"
When havoc and chaos begin to consume us all
Will the dear rapture of light begin to fall?
Are we destined to see this cruel fate?
Or will we go on, and live another day?
Oh, how I'd hate to live a life full of despair
And feel nothing but the cold night air
Will my memories ever wash ashore?
Or will I just forget forever and more?
I now have the knowledge of our destiny
And this is the awful thing I've seen
We are to be shunned by both light and darkness
And live incompletely and non-existing
As Nobodies.
R&R if you want.