Day and night are beginning to blend together

Into a never-ending twilight;

The stars are hidden from our view,

And the planets are burning.

Suns and moons collide

And burning rain falls.

This is the end of the world,

But I don't care,

I only care about

The end of

Us.

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The always present darkness hangs over us,

And burning embers form the ground,

While ash creates the sky above.

We count the falling stars at night,

And the smoke from a million fires

Burning on the horizon wraps around us.

They told us it would be okay,

But I know this is the end.

Most of us will not survive,

But what worries me most

Is if we will.

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I remember when you held my hand,

As the lights went out one by one,

And when you told me it'd be okay,

As burning rivers of lava cascaded,

Engulfing all who stood in their way.

And how you covered my ears

From the cries of the dying,

While drying my tears of terror.

And you told me not to worry,

That you'd never let me

Be alone.

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Iridescent dust from a million shattered stars

Settled around us, choking and strangling.

Each moment seemed like an eternity,

Each day was an endless hell to me,

And it seemed like you and I were alone.

You were my lifeline, connected by a hand,

As the terror raged around us,

The looting, the killing, the burning.

Nightmares cloud my eyelids but

Just as you promised, 

I am never alone.

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But it was all lies, wasn't it?

Because you did leave me alone.

The day the Earth breathed its last breath,

Groaning and splitting open down the middle,

And hot lava pouring out from its molten core.

You died. I watched it happen, powerless to stop it.

It felt like my heart was ripping in half,

And my body was wracked with sobs.

What is the point of living anymore?

After all, with you gone, I have

Nothing left to lose. 

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Maybe the universe is revolting against us,

As if to purge us all from this reality;

Perhaps like a phoenix rising up

From the ashes of a ruined world,

From ashes that formed of bones

And human minds and hearts

To create something new and better

That I will never live to see.

I should feel sad, but I don't;

I feel resigned to fate, so watch--

I'll join you soon.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell