Doomsday
In the age
of splintered dreams
sewing wilted seams;
The dying wolf,
snarls as its final breath.
Overhead,
is a comet.
It flies begone
to a starless galaxy.
Unwritten, overdriven
with chaos and memory.
An eagle soars
fearful of daybreak
dreading the great escape.
The evergreens are not quite the same,
but the lakes shimmer reflections
despite its forgotten name.
The sun breaks its yolk,
with no pair of eyes to blind.
The moon bears luminous light,
with no one to mesmerise.
Our collapse is foreseen
through faulty prophecies.
The downfall of humanity
finds its power in disparity.
It is an end to an age —
A finality with no turning page.
Afterword
I thought it would be a fun exercise to run a random word generator and see what I could write using the generated word. The word was ‘snarl’ but admittedly, the concept of doomsday is what really influenced this piece.
The end times have been on my mind lately, due to an ongoing Senate appeal to cite an infamous doomsday pastor in our country with contempt. Which, in all honesty, should have happened a long time ago with all his shady businesses and questionable organizations. But of course, what does justice have over power?
I wrote this poem thinking of a lonely, quiet day. Doomsday for me, is the final breath I take after fighting the right fight. The end times signal a finality where the victor is unknown however, there is peace in knowing what you fought for.
2024, Jafiyah
Filipina writer
