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End Of Time
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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of, Fear,
Fear and knocking on houses' doors, that sound became my feeling, it became my new name, because it started to consume me.
This fear was intense, the most powerful feeling I had ever felt.
Fear that no one would come and no one would answer the damn door.
This feeling soon became more then just a feeling, it soon turned into knowledge.
Knowledge that the people had meet up with their fate, the world had meet its' end, and time was gone. Time was no more. Time had run out.
Door after door a tap, tap, tap sound and motion was viberated through the houses' front windows. As the windows became still and the sound waves left the front rooms. I waited and waited but no one came to the front door; no one came to say,"Hello, how do you do."
So, with a sigh I would turn a 180, I would walk down the porch steps, and turn to my right or to my left. Streets all vacant, the streets still empty. I would walk down the concrete side walk, and to the next door neighbors'.
Each house turned out to be the same, nothing, nothing at all happened. All where empty, all where silent. Not a soul moved nor breathed. No one made a sound, because the owners where nowere; they where nowere to be found.
The wind still blew and the newspaper looked like tumbleweeds as the breeze rolled them down the street. The grass in the front yards' of the suburbs still swayed. Yet, this is all that stirred, besides me, this is all that was left to move.
The doors loomed like tombstones, the houses felt like coffins, our neighborhoods had become the planets graveyards.
Where had they gone?, I asked myself? What had happened?
With the ergant need to know? I began to walk fast, then faster; then I began to run.
The doors became a blur, a red one, then a green, I lost count after...
#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of, Fear,
Fear and knocking on houses' doors, that sound became my feeling, it became my new name, because it started to consume me.
This fear was intense, the most powerful feeling I had ever felt.
Fear that no one would come and no one would answer the damn door.
This feeling soon became more then just a feeling, it soon turned into knowledge.
Knowledge that the people had meet up with their fate, the world had meet its' end, and time was gone. Time was no more. Time had run out.
Door after door a tap, tap, tap sound and motion was viberated through the houses' front windows. As the windows became still and the sound waves left the front rooms. I waited and waited but no one came to the front door; no one came to say,"Hello, how do you do."
So, with a sigh I would turn a 180, I would walk down the porch steps, and turn to my right or to my left. Streets all vacant, the streets still empty. I would walk down the concrete side walk, and to the next door neighbors'.
Each house turned out to be the same, nothing, nothing at all happened. All where empty, all where silent. Not a soul moved nor breathed. No one made a sound, because the owners where nowere; they where nowere to be found.
The wind still blew and the newspaper looked like tumbleweeds as the breeze rolled them down the street. The grass in the front yards' of the suburbs still swayed. Yet, this is all that stirred, besides me, this is all that was left to move.
The doors loomed like tombstones, the houses felt like coffins, our neighborhoods had become the planets graveyards.
Where had they gone?, I asked myself? What had happened?
With the ergant need to know? I began to walk fast, then faster; then I began to run.
The doors became a blur, a red one, then a green, I lost count after...
