World, will you end?

Written when I was seven and in a dire mood.

World, will I be there for you?
When it all ends?
Next day, next week, next month, next century.
World, will you ever end?
Ever, ever, will you end?
Nobody ever seems to care,
Whether you will be there
For their grandchildren.
I do. Who else does?
I hope you do.
World, will I be there for you?
When it all ends?
Will you survive?
Will we survive?
To wreck another planet?
Is there no escape at all?
Will you crush
All your life
When our sun dies?
What will happen
At the end?
How will you
Be destroyed?
Will we die
With you?
Can we escape
That deadly moment
When you die?

World, with an end.
World, without end.

Amen.

Author's Note

Just so you know, this is a preservation for my later years: this version at least will never be changed.

Reviews

[John Morris]

Can I ask whether the title is a typo? Do you mean World, will you end? not wolrd. Otherwise I did not like this piece as much as This is how I feel, this one doesn't flow very well at all and it basically the same phrase repeated. I'm not sure what you were trying to do but it just felt tiring and dull. This poem could defiantly do being shortened and a lot more variety. I see that you were tring to dig the message in but too much and it becomes boring. Don't let this put you off and keep at it.