A Rumoured Apocalypse – A Poem

The creaking cupboards

Dusty floors

All the grubby cubby holes

I couldn’t take any more

Sent me out

Into the street


I flapped my arms

Like butterfly wings

Shouting the end of things

Praying for apocalypse

To save me

From my shopping list


My face so distraught

With the panic I wrought

My fears were bought

Sanctuary sought

With little thought


My indulgence played

A went home again

While the world dominoed

With the terror I’d sowed

My troubles were forgotten

They reached for the button

Advertisements

11 thoughts on “A Rumoured Apocalypse – A Poem

Add yours

  1. Did you DIE??!!! I am convinced that it is the 23rd and that we’ve all been had by these shifty Mayans. Can I call you at 16:01 my time on 12/22– sorry 22/12(00:01 your time 12/23– sorry 23/12) to find out if you’re still alive?

      1. Can’t you get Mrs. Fierce Panda to give you a wank in celebration? Must you do it yourself? It’s not every day you find out the world could have ended but didn’t… or maybe it is.

You can tell me anything (yes, even that!)

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

... on being and becoming ...

... a mobius faith blog ...

faceatthewindow

the inside, and outside, of my head

Gabriela LeBarón

Stories Poetry Art Opinion

Poetry on the run

a poet's search for poetry

nobodysreadingme

Writers write. The rest make excuses.

Ramblings From A Mum

This is my journey, my thoughts, my views, plain and simple and from my heart. Please travel with me and share, hopefully it will be an interesting trip.

%d bloggers like this: