The Day The World Ends Poem by Mimie Durand

The day the world ends I’ll probably be
conversing with my friend,
asking why she thinks
the day lacks its normal din,
why it’s muggy;
need to let the fresh air in.

The day the world ends I’ll probably be
answering my children’s question
as to why the sky is so black,
telling them with hesitance
not to worry,
blue skies will be back.

The day the world ends the birds are not singing;
bees are not buzzing;
Ocean waves don’t break
upon the sandy shore;
everything is silent-
the world is no more.