poetry, writing

Survival of the Keen



Streaking light illuminates the night, revealing clouds in the sky.

The world tilts sideways and the stars spin above.

The ground shakes, water sloshes in my cup.

Uneasiness underfoot as the earth

gives way, swallowing me up.

Landing in a cavern filling with mud

in the distance, another thud.

Clawing our way out from the muck,

the sky above collapses, the cavern goes dark.

The world outside ends, but we are still alive.

If only we can find each other, we might survive.

April 16, 2021~DRM~


Please visit my poetry page throughout the month for all of my poems for April: https://dawnreneewrites.com/?page_id=1378

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