365 Days of Poetry — Day 102

After the fall, in the end of time,
they will dance in orderly lines.
No rhythm, however, will their waltz be held,
For all will attend but time itself.

The ticking of clocks will cease in mid-step,
And the light turned to darkness for eternity’s rest.
For after the fall, in the end of all time,
Torment will find us: no rhythm, no rhyme.

– Brittany Rose
(Inspired by “End” by Langston Hughes)

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