When fire consumes <br />all my life's work; <br />when bitter cold <br />buries all my memories. <br /> <br />When the darkness breeds <br />evil beyond imagining; <br />when the light fades <br />and hope disappears. <br /> <br />The end of days, <br />bringing damnation. <br />The end of days, <br />my last hope for salvation. <br /> <br />I watch the flares <br />in the night sky. <br />I see the light <br />racing towards me. <br /> <br />I feel no pain <br />as my flesh is torn; <br />I feel no pain <br />as I no longer live. <br /> <br />The end of days, <br />come soon or far. <br />The end of days, <br />my last hope of salvation. <br /> <br />How shall I spend <br />my final hours? <br />Do I become <br />a devil or a saint. <br /> <br />My soul hopes <br />I make good, <br />my mind <br />knows better. <br /> <br />I am neither <br />a devil or a saint. <br />I live a life <br />I deem worthy. <br /> <br />The end of days, <br />the final reckoning. <br />The end of days, <br />my last hope of salvation. <br /> <br />Today I do not think <br />of the end of days. <br />Today I think <br />of a better world. <br /> <br />Today I think <br />of a place to raise my children. <br />Today I think <br />I will try to make it better. <br /> <br />The end of days, <br />the final hours. <br />The end of days, <br />I wish you ill will. <br /> <br />Keep back, world's end, <br />stay away forever! <br />I want my children to live! <br />I want my children <br />to see the birth <br />of theirs. <br /> <br />I sit back <br />and enjoy what comes. <br />The end of days will come, <br />but I can do my part to stall it.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-days/
