Behold The End
The last moments before the apocalypse.
Something sultry filled the air
in that moment of heat and salty humidity
It washed over the town, and friends sweated everywhere
Some rushing to pay for their stupidity
It was not the beach,
oh no, not for me
I was doing my favorites, and finishing each
before the end came to wash us out to sea
Air and humidity pushed inland with the birds,
their caws of fear filling the skies
A shrill feeling covered my skin
as I walked the streets seeing fear in their eyes
I'd gone for a walk after fixing an ice cream cone,
enjoying that cold, sweet, taste on my tongue
I was only regretting that I had to do it alone,
because with someone special it would have been fun
I could see the wave as it rolled across the blue seas,
and it wouldn't be long now
One last ray of sun on my face, just one, please
The warmth, the sounds, and the sensations before the pow
I sensed everything before being crushed and feeling the ow!
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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And somehow, with the end so immanent, I bet that ice cream cone tasted great. Well done.
Hi Jason ~ Lovely Presentation ~ Your 'Cone' reminded me that there are those that Bite or Lick! Which R/U? Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Authors Community -