The Swirling Watery End
Swirling, whirling, waters rise,
drowning earth, eclipsing skies.
Rivers twist in ghostly dance,
pulling life in one last trance.
Cities swallowed, voices fade,
oceans bloom where land was laid.
No hands to grasp, no feet to stand,
just endless waves, no trace of sand.
The past is foam, the future drowned,
a world unmade without a sound.
Water deep, a crushing weight—
flooding life, erasing fate.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Didn’t this happen once before per Biblical lore? Fantastic picture and gripping poem. 😁
Love this. I felt like i was there with your descriptions.