A world eroded by terror,
the crow caws for thee,
the vulture strips your bones,
whilst the raven sings you to sleep.
You hang onto life so dearly,
though the sun left earth long ago
to rot under moonlight,
oh, how we once worshipped
those pearly beams.
The soil crumbles beneath your feet,
an infested mix of dirt and ash,
still you toil forth,
a quest embarked without destination,
each step extinguishing hope.
But what else is there to do?
Apocalypse survivor, what is there left?
And so face to face with nothingness,
the crow caws for thee,
the vulture strips your bones,
whilst the raven sings you to sleep.
About the Creator
Jade Hadfield
A writer by both profession and passion. Sharing my stories about mental health, and my journey to becoming a better writer.
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Comments (2)
Aching, empty & compelling, Jade.
Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I featured this amazing poem in one of my articles uplifting talented creators in our community. If you do return to vocal I hope this little shout out will encourage you to keep writing, even if it is not here on this website! (: I also dropped you a tip. I sincerely hope it reaches you! <3 You can see the article here: https://vocal.media/writers/fantastical-vocal-favorites-vol-2