Ab Initio

A collection of 13 poems,
a drug for the desolate,
a salve for the disheartened and
a respite for those in anguish . . .


5. 5.My Apocalypse

My Apocalypse

Lightning rumbles around me, 

The sky seems to cry . . .

Gates of Hell are open,

In Lucifer's ire the world's gonna fry . . .

The Grudge that I held once,

An instrument of war now my . . .

Pain! Anger! Ah another Desire!

Trains of thought chugging by . . .

(Destroyed by progress,

Plagued with gain, perhaps it’s insane,

Lacking Logic,

Exterminating with disdain . . .)

Confounded by uncertain options,

Future exorcised seems to fly . . .

My Monster now craves for blood,

Thy Bells toll;

Are you ready to die?


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