APOCALYPSE 2020

Under an orange sky
of a fading sun,
zombie people slow walk
the now silent streets.
Life suspended, boredom
catches us in grasping nets,
people scared, not knowing
which way to turn.
We seem off-kilter,
a crank in our machinery,
bereft of any normal signpost
pointing which way to go.
Do we make our wills,
kiss our children good-bye,
and wait for the church bells
to toll on that final day?
Civilization ends, not with a bang,
but with a gasping breath,
showing us we were cheated
out of our promised lives.
Too late to blame government or God,
only time now to look out the window,
and watch, with acceptance,
the dying of the light.