Ashes

A poem made in creative writing class.

This is the way the world ends
Conflict sees no mends.
Around the world it rang,
Not with a bang.
But a whimper,
No simper.
Whipping us with lashes,
The world falls to ashes.
It should not have been,
It was an end none could have foreseen.
As shadows close in,
It came silently within
As quiet as the wind.
We are pinned.
Like a coal too long in temper,
Earth’s center
A glowing ember.
On a cold December,
Struggling to stand.
The skeletal hand
Of bare trees,
A breeze
Tearing holes in the darkening stars.
A world ravaged by wars.
In an angry sky,
No birds fly
For fear of cracking white fire.
The situation seems dire,
Storm cloud clashes,
Snow falling as ashes.
On old remnants,
And rough pavements.
As candlestick lampposts flicker,
Showing a sliver
Of a calm, warm light.
Ready for the fight
Starving humanity
Against the severity
Of a tyranny