Wait and dread the final end

the world shows signs of decaying

crumbling under out feet, the chaos

Death readies his scythe in waiting

there’s quite a reaping today.

In the absolute horror unfolding around

dreams never to be achieved

bucket lists tipped over and spilled

we’re all dying on this faithful day

no one can escape this fate.

But even through this fright

the destruction and terror unfolding

the sky burning, world falling to it’s knees

I’m here under this tree

holding you in my arms.

And I’m okay.