the end

like the small itch before the writhing pain,

humidity before the hurricane,

the end is coming

there’s no use running

like the clumsy stumble before the fall,

or the rhythmic ringing before the call,

the end is nearing

and I am fearing

the way it will be

when you won’t look at me

the way I will feel

when it’s all become real

the time it’ll take

just to be okay

again

like the breeze before a huge tornado,

warmth before the erupting volcano,

it’s almost finished

the light diminished

like the misty sprinkle before the flood,

or the light scratch before the endless blood,

it’ll soon be done

a bright setting sun

what will I do

when I don’t even know you

what will I say

when you don’t care about me

I can’t seem to shake

this feeling away

again

like the chilly air before the loud hail,

or the persistent hope before the fail,

it’s in the skies and

it’s on the horizon

like relaxing before retirement,

independence before abandonment,

it’s in the storm clouds

and it’s all around

how will I bear

when I remember you standing there?

how will I deal

with everything I don’t want to feel?

but maybe the end

is just a way to begin

again.