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The End of the World

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The end of the world came in silence,

except for the sound of tears hitting the hardwood floor

a couple of miles away. 

I knew it as I woke,

too late to stop it. 

I tried, but it wouldn’t let me. 

The world is stubborn that way. 

Doesn’t mean I’ve given up. 

Giving up isn’t in me anymore,

I just have to pretend I give up from time to time,

to satisfy the world;

which isn’t fucking easy,

because the world is smart.  

The world is too damn smart for its own good. 

So for now, the end of the world is here. 

I just won’t tell it how bullshit that idea really is.


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3 thoughts on “The End of the World

  1. Don’t pretend, my friend: the world fears our reality. ❤

    I had to remind myself of that several years ago because I couldn't figure out why I was unable to fit into the neat, cookie-cutter office hamster wheel of work I was in. Once I was away and got over the shock of not being part of what the world saw as 'normal', I realized that secret.

    The world has fears and once we recognize them, we win.

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  2. It will learn on it’s own. Great write Bill…

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  3. Hey, I would love to have you be a part of Rage Against the Machine Month at the Dungeon. If you’re interested:

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