The End Poem by wayne bright

The wind blows hard
The skies colored slate
You have somewhere to be
But your running late
Put the pedal down
And pick up the pace
Your the last hope
For the human race
The hour glass that
Was once so filled
Is on its side
The sand has spilled
As the darkness nears
And we face THE END
The last chance may be
Around the final bend
But as you turn
The last corner blind
Only the same darkness
Is what you find
You push it hard
And shift up a gear
But deep down inside
Is a spreading fear
As the tunnels light
Starts growing very dim
The chance for success
Has become very slim
So as you roar
Down another straight-away
The fading light looks
Like your final day
The suffocating black has
Fallen like a veil
You gave it your all
But still sadly failed
So remember this my
Last and true friend
You put it all on
The line until THE END