The End?

• Brooke Miall, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

The heart starts to flutter
The world starts to sink
The cry's start to mutter
The hands start to link

The willow starts to sway
As the people start to weep
As the torture starts day by day
The sirens start to beep

The light starts to run
As the stars starts to fade
The dark starts for fun
As the clouds start to shade

The groaning starts to stop
As the crowd starts to mend
As the shadows start to drop
We know this isn't the end.