End Times 2 Poem by DM W

End Times 2



The great image is shattered.
The wild birds are no longer singing.
All I hear are stagnant, hollow sounds
The warm colours have been drained
From the sun and sky. Creation
Has now sunk into an abyss.

Saturday, August 22, 2020
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