The End, Part 2

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.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell