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Jan 2019 · 168
I know all things
Zachary Hall Jan 2019
I know all things
the winds name and the song it whispers to the morning grass
the fragrance of death and the breath of life that assumes its place

I know all things
the longing to be free a caged bird feels after years of solitude
the feeling of hopelessness, the desperate cry, the longing heart

I know all things
the touch of a hand, the smell of skin; earthy, new
the emotion of love and the deep ache of emptiness

I know all things
the hope of tomorrow and the memory of time passed
the setting sun and the words it whispers to the rising stars

I know all things
the migrating geese on their journey home
the falling snow as it seeks to please the world with silver fractals

I know all things
the thrill of life and the pain of death
the darkness that comes right before the light

I knew all things
Jan 2019 · 584
The End of the World
Zachary Hall Jan 2019
I am trying to stay calm
But how can I rationalize the irrational
For the first time in my life I am utterly alone
                   Darkness forces its way into the world
                   the music stops
the birds fall from the sky in masses of miniature bombs
There is no one left
      no one to laugh with
or cry with
no one to hold close
I dare not close my eyes
for if I do I fear they will never open again
       and I too will be lost to the world
Try as I  might, I can feel the end
I can see the final days clear as crystal
it will start with the eyes
Darkness
Then too my body- legs, and arms- useless
  but the mind will hold on, in agony searching for something
and as the blood begins to fill your mouth, slowly clogging
You wonder why
Why am I alone
Why have I to suffer this on my own
You shudder, gasp, ***** for the air in one final show of sanity
and fall over
Staining the white marble, with your crimson blood
        And once again you are alone
alone
forever
So right now i am trying to stay calm
This is really about trying to find your place in the world, and wanting to be loved only to find death, and ruin around every corner. I wrote this in response to one of my best friends long battle with depression,and a family that didn't love her.

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