Poemdog

Dogs 2016

APOCALAPSE
(5/29/16)


the sun
sets

life
seems bleak

we see
nothing
but decay

we feel
nothing
but decrepitude

we fear
our destruction

we wonder
of a world
without us
breathing
the air

walking
the surface

we can't
imagine
all of this
existing
in our absence

we close
our eyes
reluctantly
at night

not knowing
if they will
open again

when we
do awake

we are
relieved

we wait
a few heartbeats

then
get up

get ready
for work

nothing
seems more
a priority

death
is not as
anxious
as we