Close to the End

May 4, 2011
By LilMissInnocence BRONZE, Lilburn, Georgia
LilMissInnocence BRONZE, Lilburn, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.


Through the land and the sea,
As far as the eye can reach.
Past the valleys and the cliffs,
To where the sycamore had lived.

Under the dead roots and bugs,
Under the mushrooms that hugged.
Where the bears once roamed,
All that is left is the bones.

Bones of the past,
When aside she was cast,
To make way for the future,
As she withered fast.

She has forever outlived our time,
Only to be with what we left behind.
The trash, the mess, the filth, the grime,
Year after year it left our minds.



We focused on teaching and fulfilling our dreams,
Reading the words without looking at the scenes.
Going to universities and colleges to be smart,
So that when we argue it’s like a work of art.

The one thing we cherished and knowingly killed,
The great minds realized what our actions instilled.
Accused and disgruntled we had one question in mind.
What could we do with our last second of time?

Our solidity pending until a solution can come,
Earth races to the last beat on the drum.
To what do we say as we wait and wait?
Do we fight for our lives or go with our fate?


The author's comments:
I looked out of my window one day and thought I really hope my generation can save the world rather than harm it. i repeatedly glanced out of my window the rest of the day until i finally couldn't take it anymore. this poem became my solution.

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