The End

Time stops suddenly

The silence around is deafening

Hollow empty space

Resurrected only by sounds of breathing

And then what?

Our memories—will they matter in the end?

Reduced to ashes

Only a blip in the past life.

Published by Luna

Hi, I'm co-blogger for I like writing poetry, drawing, and reading. Thank you for reading my work, and enjoy!

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