Doom fills the air; the world waits blindly by as each day passes moving closer to the end.

The Pieces are shifted into place.The warning has been sounded. Look Out It’s Too late.

TTFN Poem Critic

-sniff- aw what a good poem. The first two stanzas have some very nice imagery but then in the last two it transitions into pain and numbness (like you said) well nice poem.