The World’s Tilt

Just as the world tilts forward into night

And shadows stretch with silence full of dread

The earth begins to give way.

I start to panic and think

Time flies, you know?

Its ticking deep within my chest

While darkness moves at a slow pace

To tug the stars from where they came to rest.

What person can truly grasp this turning world

That spins through silence alone?

The stars above grow faint and disappear,

And reason dims where once its light had shone.

No longer will the ground stay firm and true.

This world unanchored moves through the black

And we just specks upon this tilted earth

Can only hold on tight and not look back.

The crow perched beside me as I write

Looks on with eyes that seem to understand

While I with trembling thoughts I can’t contain

Write down these lines with unsteady hand.

Forward always forward we are cast

This tilted world still spinning without end

Until the final darkness comes at last

And silence wraps around us like an old friend.