And This Is How The World Ends... Poem by Sandra Black

And this is how the world ends
The joy and the jubilations
The favourites, the felicitations
They mean nothing to me

And this is how the world ends
You are apart & the eyes do smart
You and I knew this from the very start
The others mean nothing to me

A honeyed fig they are meant to be
A sugar coated bitter pill of tragedy
Nothing more is now concealed
My last hope is now sealed

Will ever a way be revealed?
Or is my fate horribly sealed?
Cause this is how the world ends
When to you I can no more messages send