The End is Nigh? 
The end 
Is the only thing we know for sure.
That this journey, long or short
Will end, abruptly or begrudgingly 
Yet we fear it so.
We don’t know the answers of when or how
We only know will 
So, when crisis comes knocking on the door
Blazing on screens
Flashing images etched into your brain that
The end is nigh 
Fear comes creeping from its cave to see
What it longs for so desperately
To keep you up at night, 
Keep you in all snug and tight
To put your life on hold for a might.
Scaremongering creatures the flashing images can be
They take many forms turning you
into a scurrying creature too
Hiding out like squirrels 
With you stash stockpiled
Survival for the cold, dark, long winter
The bright, beautiful, glistening winter.