My generation have survived the end of the world more than once
2012 was the most recent.
Time and time again people predict the end of the world
Because someone's calender ran out of time
But we haven't
Time still keeps ticking.

The end of the world doesn't scare me like it did my grandparents generation
When a nuclear war was a real possibility every day
I think the idea rather thrills me
Leaving a planet so kind to have housed us,
nursed us,
taken care of our needs.

And then to blow it up,
For it to be ****** into a black whole,
For it to freeze, encasing us within
For it to burn, to a char
For everything to go dark, forever.

For a burst of light to be the last thing I see
For the last thing I say to be  a sorry, a goodbye an 'I love you'
For my potential husband, children, grandchildren never to see this planet
For my potential future just to stop.
Dead in its tracks.

The idea rather thrills me.