Final

  from the bottom of my soul
  and the top of my head
  nothing will ever last
  if it is there real or unreal
  made of ichor or nothing at all
  cracks however small they are
  build up to something greater
  and no power is more great than “the end”
  still i rot in stupid hope
  and think about a forever that can't exist

  maybe with some time
  forever can be now
  and our lives can go on
  as if frozen and unchanging
  stuck smiling even when i dont mean it

  anything is perfect for the right eyes to see
  stay close to me, my favorite catastrophe

  - Isobel Moss, 9th grade poetry contest