Latest Updates

The Final Hour

I’m enraged.

An angry wave,

And tears in the shower.

Why must I lack the power,

To stop the monsters lurking?

When what we’re doing isn’t working,

And I want to say,

I quit this place,

Where do I put the hate?

I’m afraid.

Into fear, I gave.

But the world, I’ll scour.

Despite the constant irking,

No duties will I be shirking.

Stubbornness on display,

An emotional ballet.

Perhaps it’s only fate.

Memories fade,

And silence pervades

In the final hour.

At death’s door, I cower.

And Death, casually smirking,

Is barely even disturbing,

After living through the fray.

Now, it’s judgment day.

And I have a messy slate.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #11 – ‘Your greatest fear’

6 thoughts on “The Final Hour

  1. Pingback: Spoiled for Choice

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your 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 )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.