Apocalypse
maybe this is the apocalypse
today is april 19th the day after aliens
were supposed to take us
seems kind of unfair of them to make promises
then not keep them
but despite me hoping for the end
i still sat down and did my homework
my answers making scars against paper
my mom likes to lie
like a failed apocalypse
i sometimes wish
for the ugly world-ending to come
mostly out of being tired
but also because then it would be over
yes breathe, let in and let out
it’s okay for the apocalypse to come
just do not be taken by it
This poem is about:
My family