The End Is Near Poem by Thomas Howe

You have serenaded me
Not with your love from your heart
But with hate that has torn us apart
We were two that became one
Now one that became none

Maybe this is just a dream
God is just giving us a test
Even though to me it’s a pest
I hope I don’t disappoint and fail
Hopefully I will do better than a leaky pail

This must be the end, my light is gone
No matter which way we turn
You manage to make me burn
A burn that causes me miserable pain
Nothing will help, not even a cool rain.