The Non-Existant Someday

The end is near
You know it's there
But it can't come; can it?
No, it's a figment of your imagination,
An oasis that clouds the truth.
It is a myth

And yet it hits,
Like a hard storm
That billows and blows you about.
Devistation, loss, horror;
That's all you can feel.

Why did it come down to this?
You had seen it,
You knew it was to come.
But you ignored it
The blow more severe,
More harmful that it would've been,
Should've been.

You cannot prevent the storm,
There is no way to stop it.
Though there will be an end,
The devistation will pass
And let loose to more love and compassion.
Everything will be alright.
Someday.