How the World Ends
by Ellen Richardson

All is dark in the middle of the night. An owl hoots and flies on silent wings. You whisper to your lover that you love them and that you will never leave them. A short while later you hear another owl hoot only this time closer. You ask your lover if they would like to go inside because it is slightly cold and you care for their health. So you go inside and you snuggle on the couch next to the fireplace and dream that it will never end. You hear a knock on the door and reluctantly release your lover to go answer it. As you open the door you are hoping to be warm and comfortable on the couch with your lover again very soon. When you open the door no one is there and you see a bird fly out of a nearby bush. So you close the door and return to your lover thinking nothing of it. A few minutes later you hear another knock on the door. Thinking it is a prank, you don’t answer it. Your lover seems anxious and restless but you think nothing of it because they had told you they had had a long, hard day. So as the night progresses you get drowsy and fall asleep in the arms of your lover with no thoughts about the future or what terrors it might bring. Dreaming of happy times and never having to worry about anything. When the sun lights up the room and you awaken, you find your lover is gone and they left a note upon the coffee table. It reads:


I’m sorry about this, I truly am, but I have to leave you. It would never work between us and in your heart I’m sure you know it too. I hope you will forgive me, and I wish I could have told you to your face but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You just looked so happy that I couldn’t hurt you like that.
Signed,
Your now EX

p.s. I still hope to see you around and that maybe we could be friends.

And that is how everything fell apart and the world ended... for you at least.

The Pain of the Soul


It's always there,
till the end of time.
Whether it is or isn't fair,
it is your soul.

Silent as a mime,
it's your heart as well.
Don't waist its time,
it is your soul.

Your heart can tell,
love or hate.
It cannot sell,
it is your soul.

In the midst of fate,
it shows clear.
It hurts itself,
paining the soul.

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this poem is getting published too now!! YAY!!

Wise Soldier


Nowhere to go, no escape found
tired and dirty he is homebound.
With nothing but loss and despair in his wake
he looks aside for his wife's sake.
Seeing the good in a world full of bad
he no longer feels that he should be sad.
He is a soldier that knows what is right
and sees the wrong in this awful plight.

Life


Life is short,
time's contort.
Make something new to replace the old
but never do what can't be told.
Others believe in what they see,
but what I don't get is how they plea.
I travel here, I travel there,
in my dreams I smell the air.
I look beyond where I am blind,
I look behind to nothing kind.
There seems no end to worries and woes,
my life has always gone too slow.
I worry here I worry there,
my thoughts are racing everywhere.
I wish I knew what I deem,
I wish I saw what can't be seen.
My life has raced before my eyes,
it's time for me to say good bye.
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this poem is getting PUBLISHED!!!!! im so happy! and it got ediitors choice award in the contest i entered it in in the first place! i didn't win...but that's ok
the contest i entered it in was on www.poetry.com
and just so u can find my poems my name is Ellen Richardson