Don't Walk into the Apocalypse

Sometimes someone saves you from yourself... and a couple of years ago, someone did just that for me.

Thank you x

The clouds were twisting into a

threatening labyrinth of storms.

The world was on fire

And buildings that once housed

Love, family, prosperity, success

Were a mangled mess of rubble.

All that was beautiful was crushed.

And all that was warm was frozen

And I watched as the world

Began to end.

I sat cross legged on the hilltop,

Acidic tears carving rivers of fire

Into my cheeks

And I listened as children shrieked,

As women cried,

As men crumbled and roared fierce

Fear into the mouth of an apocalypse

That would show no mercy.

I stood and took my first steps

Down that hill.

The fire raged hotter each step.

The screams became louder,

The storm more violent

As friends turned their backs

On one another

In favour of a few more minutes to live.

“Don’t walk into the apocalypse,”

She whispered into my ear.

“Stop before you get any closer.”

But I walked and I walked

Until the flames were uncomfortably close

Until the heat forced tears from me

And until I was treading over

Those who’d perished first.

“Don’t walk into the apocalypse,”

She begged of me.

“Don’t walk into the apocalypse.”