The End of the World

[dopemegently]

It's just a poem inspired by an incredibly vivid dream I had last night. (I'm an inexperienced poetry writer). Any feedback would be great.


We hijacked an empty train to Leicester

They are all dead there

We prowled through the forlorn market square

Taking clothes; snatching sunglasses from stiff fingers

I got into a fist fight with an old friend

And we left together as friends

We boarded the train

And found a haven in a cold place

Where a dusty cracked laptop with a CCTV

Plays footage of insane police roaming

Soldiers raping in the country side

Machine-gunning hundreds

And I know there's no law here and I know it's the end

Because my friend

Chose to die in flames

When we crossed the river Thames

And this is the way the whole of the world ends.

 

[neversickanymore]

I like it
pretty powerful with good imagery..
esp like the image I got from "taking clothes and sunglasses from stiff fingers"

 

[dopemegently]

Thanks for the compliment; I have some seriously strange dreams, but they inspire me to write stuff like this.