When the world ends

Every second

of every day

somewhere

the world ends,

someone

closes their eyes

never to open

them again,

their world

no longer exists

as they

enter the abyss

of oblivion;

though man-made

disasters

born of

nuclear fission

or

the warming condition

from unsafe

emissions

that eventually

might lead to

environmental

destruction,

though these

or some other

tragic event

either from hell

or heaven

sent

come to pass

in some future

near or

distant,

eradicating

all life

in an instant,

the blink

of a fevered eye,

perhaps

even

causing the rock

to cease its roll

in the milky way sky -

does it matter

any more

than each personalized

version

of life on this planet

each mind

has envisioned?

Is not each

individual demise

an end of a world

seen through

another’s eyes,

though other

hearts still beat

hands touch

lips speak?

Every second

of every day

a world does cease.