The Beginning of The End

Janey_Boo

I think to myself,

Is this the rapture that was foretold?

I stand on the edge of the mountain top,

Where the stars seem to be level with us,

Hand in hand,

Sirens wailing as if we only now need a warning.

 

I cut my hair last night like I've always wanted

Its a shame no one but you got to see it

And as I watch the snow fall,

An unnatural light on the horizon,

I grip you tighter

I knew it was coming but even realization,

Cannot cure the fear,

That death ringing the doorbell brings.

 

I see comets, and as they fall towards the ground they bloom,

Oranges and yellows blossoming through the sky.

And I think,

They are beautiful.

What a way to go out, I say to you.

Watching petals of fire dance

And as we begin to feel the heat,

I turn,

Watching the stars and flames,

As they reflect and glow in your eyes,

The end is near.

 

From down below I hear the choir singing,

May the angels bring you peace

no one expects that in the end,

The angels set the world on fire,

But as I look at your eyes,

And see my own fear reflected back,

I think that,

How poetic it is,

To not go out with a bang,

But with a whimper.

  • Author: Janey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2026 06:28
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Heroes die with an explosion poets die in silence only their echoes remain. Well written

    • Janey_Boo

      Thanks for reading! I appreciate it🫶

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Friendship

        nicely said

        • Janey_Boo

          Thanks!!❤️

        • Paul Bell

          A peaceful death is all we can wish for.
          The world will still explode when we're gone and the memories will still linger.
          Its what we leave that counts.

          • Janey_Boo

            I completely agree, thanks for reading!!

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Janey, this is stunningly cinematic, my friend. The intimacy of two people facing the end of the world together gives the entire piece this aching mixture of terror and tenderness. The imagery kept unfolding larger and larger while still feeling emotionally grounded. Beautiful work and welcome to MPS. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • Janey_Boo

              Thanks for the read and the welcome!!💕



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