I would have imagined the apocalypse as war
with bang - bang of guns and bombs
Or a zombie attack while we run
helter-skelter trying to save our lives
Or maybe as the rapture
where we all ascend and leave the sinners behind

What a shame
The almost apocalypse we experienced is the opposite
A silent killer that we welcome unknowingly
Slowly and painfully
it drags its victims of death domain

It attacks the main source of life
it snuffs the air out, chokes the soul
until the final breath is taken

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.