Is it the end.

Ash falls from the sky

like winter snow.

The sky is a dark gray

the brighter the day gets,

the darker the sky,

as if to bring misery to all.

Waves on the ground,

night falls during daylight,

Earth cold as ice,

what is happening?

Is this the end?

Bodies float above water,

memories washed away,

waves splash and with each splash,

destroying someone's hopes & dreams.

Brothers killing brothers,

as greed & hate spread

so do the mass bodies

laying lifeless on the ground.

What has this world come to?

Is this the end?

The ground crumbled beneath us,

consuming everything it could,

destroying years of traditions.

Children tossed out windows,

in hopes they will be saved,

as their loved ones

disappear into the flames.

What has this world come to?

Is this the end?

The sorrow of their loved ones

fills the night,

once filled with cricket chirps

now replaced with cries and mourns

for the one they loved.

Engulfed in all this madness

madness we call our world.

What is happening?

Is this the end?

The inevitable end that we all fear.

Is this how it starts?

Is this the begining to our end?