Final Hour
Final Hour poetry stories
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adamk7861
adamk7861 writing free verse poetry//exploring
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A dream that put everything in perspective.

Final Hour

Suspended in the void, Stretching out into infinity. Everything is too big for me.

Before I die let me be small. Shoot me into outer space. I want to feel my pulse reverberate.

I watched the planets look down on me, Their judgment seems welcome now.

Let this be a monument of what's still left. A final day of reckoning.

Atoms gather around for one last dance,

The stars finally align,

They form a map and watch my lungs collapse.

Jump into black.

Kill my shadow.

Pull out my contents.

Put on my favorite song and let me disintegrate.

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