Eve Roper Poet Sonnet

The Doomsday Clock 2 Min To Midnight

2 minutes to midnight - 

A nuclear weapon of mass destruction
has been set off coming down from the dark
heavens heading a collision to spark
on part of the world spreading obstructions. 

Direct destruction throughout cities by
the nuclear blasts; there isn't enough warning
to evacuate. There isn't anything
we can do. "Lord, grant us the strength to die!"

We sit huddled together embracing 
whispering, I love you to each other. 
That's the part that stings most; undercover 
of the dark knowing what we were facing.

We never know how long we have in life;
we need peace between countries free from strife.

2/10/2018

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Marc Acrich February 17, 2018 at 12:17 PM (: im not going to give long Comnet just smiling to let you know I read it

Normie Payton February 15, 2018 at 9:35 AM Beautifully written, Eve.

James Edward Lee Sr. February 13, 2018 at 5:31 PM Eve, your verse reminds me of the 1960's nuclear scare with Russia and Cuba. Brilliant write. Despite the pains, and fears, if we trust and (not be shaken) even on our death beds. Trust and believe and not waver. Everything gonna be alright. It's not about the physical dead, but the possible 2nd death. Fear not man he can only take us to the grave. God eternal. Thanks for your creativity. James

Carole Duet February 12, 2018 at 1:28 AM There's a lot of truth in this write, Eve. Thanks for sharing your belief in our need for PEACE between nations.

Andrea Dietrich February 11, 2018 at 8:39 PM You did this topic in the way I think we would expect, something horrific like this. It is so scary to think we can all be wiped out in an instant and you got that across quite well with your sonnet, Eve.

Janice Canerdy February 11, 2018 at 8:29 PM Well done, Eve! Janice

Paul Callus February 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM An expressive poem which reflects the present world situation, Eve. These weapons of mass destruction can be contro-productive. An itchy mad finger is enough to set disaster in motion! Hugs // paul

Arturo Michael February 11, 2018 at 1:52 PM A conscious poem indeed...No one knows the time...Nice take on the final countdown...All the best Eve

Tom Cunningham February 11, 2018 at 9:33 AM A real frightening thought, I dont think people realise how serious things are. Always live for today, if tomorrow comes it's a bonus. Regards Tom