3 kinda sorta metaphors

I am a home,

I am a prison.

My friendly guests gamble in a game.

In a death sentence, I have caught

Faces of the damned tell their grim tales.

Beating drums chatter to the snapping of limbs.

I am a home as I am a prison,

A war-ridden wasteland.

Like bullets they fly in drones.

My fiberglass net flexes latching to prisoners of War,

Crafted by a Warden, my tech is advanced;

Advanced as the stars crafted from the elements.

I am a prison.

The Warden creeps along my concrete walls and iron bars.

She prepares for the executions of her charges.

The many souls locked within their cages,

They beg and struggle.

I have no ear nor heart to listen.

At Word's End (not Pirates of the Caribbean)

At World’s End

Much like the sun, fading into oblivion.

Nothingness infects the lands like an

Infectious disease.

No cure for Infinite Nothingness.

Lost in a sea of waste.

Life cannot thrive in a dead battleground.

Seed of Life,

Diminished.

Nothing left of the world we destroyed.

Laughter disappeared from this place,

Hope along with it.

As the World’s weight came crashing on itself.

Nothing could save the many lives that walked in the Near Shore.

As the Clock slowed, tick-tock

Silence will fall!

Not even the flaming passion of love we held so dear lasts in the dark

Eventually all blazes will cease

No stars will light the dark sky

Nothing,

When the Clock stopped,

Silence!

Yet a single soul still exists

A single flower, blooming in the darkness

Thriving,

Radiating light of its own

Red, warm

Much like the warmth a mother bestow on her favorite child.

A single thread held its neck high

Spore-like creatures danced, free

Of the many mistakes we made to preserve ourselves

Why hadn’t we let nature be?

The Clock has reset

Tick

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Silence has fallen!

Dogs Being Dogs