The End

• Jordan York, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

The sky is falling.
i always knew it would.
my heart shattering
like the road beneath.

the trees falling,
the birds screeching.
the power of the mothers.
ferociously standing,
as if to keep the earth still.

the people falling like the sky itself,
collapsing all around.
the Earth crumbling.
the children screaming.

while the air gets tighter,
and the lungs stop.
i stand still and alone make no sound.