The World Ends

I open my door

From whence I was called fore

And have a scare beyond compare

As I see nothing—

I feel nothing.

Where there should be light

Where a corridor tends to preside

The emptiness now to abide.

The world has ended

I tell myself, suspended

In a mindset of terror

Then, a light

That floods the hall in which I stand

And I blink in the bright

As comes into focus

The features of my comrade 

Who smiles and begins to laugh

At the panic I had.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So leave my room, and it's pitch black in the middle of the day. I didn't really think the world was over, since I was downstairs and there aren't really any windows. But somehow, I came up with this idea. Yay.

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