First poem

So, this is the first poem that I wrote, back a couple of years ago (2005) in the fall (can’t remember the exact date). This predates where my poems started to get personal:

Apocalypse

Rain drops from the sky
Like bombs from a plane
Cities are destroyed
People scream in pain
The skies roar with the sound
Of ten thousand volts of light
Armies on the hills
To start the final fight
The horsemen come down from the heavens
To destroy all that remains
The Creator saves the just
And brings the wicked pain
The pure watch down from Heaven
As the Earth erupts in
A final cataclysmic eruption
Rips the Earth apart
Soon there is nothing left
But debris in a void
So make your decisions wise
And also make them true
Because one of those wicked
Just might turn out to be you

~ by isolator86 on December 17, 2007.