7/5/3030
10:08 PM
The end
Is near
Why can't you see?
My dear?
Open your eyes
My dearest darling
You can't run from it
Though it may seem alarming
Lies and greed among
All these strangers
Can't they see?
We're all traitors
You can run
You can hide
But trust me
I've tried
You cannot
Escape
What this is
It's fate
This is the first poem in a collection of poetry I am writing about the end of the world. It's a story told through poetry.