the end of the world by Quinn Vokes “my visage has been broken, tarnished. there is an ever growing path in front of me that I cannot see. it BREAKS me. flowing silently through the trees and around the courtyard into a land I have not experienced, nor want to. I wept. I wept alone, because in the end I AM ALONE. in a world full of chaos and regret, a world full of hate and lies and treacheries , the world could be so great – if only I wasn't smart enough to know... ” “know what, Billy?” “if only I wasn’t smart enough to know that the sun rises every morning.” “oh. but EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.” “that’s the problem.” 04/01/2004 Posted on 04/01/2004 Copyright © 2025 Quinn Vokes Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/04 at 02:22 PM Fascinating juxtaposition of beginning and end; ie: end of the world and sunrise. Posted by Karen Koser on 06/14/19 at 05:01 PM So heartbreaking, but I understand. Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)