The Sky Might Be Falling
A poem about an uncertain future broadcasted by someone not quite cut out for public service announcements.

Attention: The sky might be falling.
Please remain indoors.
Take shelter underground, if possible,
and lock all windows and doors.
At 6 a.m., eastern standard time,
the sky appeared ablaze.
The Sun, a blinding prize hidden away
at the center of a billowy, hellish maze.
Pardon, that was intense,
I got a little carried away...
But seriously, in all fairness,
I've heard of "crack of dawn," but not "earth-shattering fray."
Back to the announcement,
please do not panic.
I am a trained professional,
my words are even-tempered, not manic.
Despite my shock, extreme concern and unease
at seeing these crimson heavens ignite before me,
I swear I am okay.
I think. I hope. I plea.
Actually, I'm afraid I have to go, I just remembered,
I left something baking in the shower at school,
for now, board up your windows, dig deep, say a prayer,
that's what I'll be doing, till next time, stay cool!
About the Creator
Madison "Maddy" Newton
I'm a Stony Brook University graduate and a communications coordinator for the NYS Assembly. Writing is one of my passions, and Vocal has been a great creative outlet for me.
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Comments (1)
Lol, I wonder what are you baking in the shower at school. Loved your poem!