The End

When the world ends,

When it comes to a halt.

Who will be there,

To sort it all out?


The tides are turning.

We're losing sight,

Of what is around us,

What isn't alright.


Predators roaming,

Swift as night.

Searching for prey,

With all their might.


We forget who's out there,

Unable to comprehend,

What life would be like,

If it came to an end.

your poem

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Nice work, keep them coming....!!!!!!