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
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.”


“that’s the problem.”


Posted on 04/01/2004
Copyright © 2022 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.

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