This was a request poem made by me last year. Posted again for you enjoyment.

Apocalypse - 05/14/02

We do this to ourselves:

create chaos, death and destruction

from the depths of our despair,

our fear,

our ignorance.

Death stalks us,

for its shadow is a presence in our lives;

an integral part of who we are,

holding us immobile;

scratching its claws across the delicate filaments

of our dreams;

gripping us in terror.

We deliver trepidation

in such masterful proportions

that despair feeds gluttonously

on the charred remains

of hope and love.

From out of the dark recesses

of our psyches

come demons

that plague and torment us with

images of destruction,

vengeance,

annihilation.

We are the creators of all things,

that make the soul tremble in fear

of its awesome and terrible power.

And from the darkness

of our inner blackness

comes Armageddon.