Doomsday

One of my depressing poems.

The People waited apprehensively

For doom to rear it's ugly head

They knew it was their destiny

Their destiny to be dead

The signs were in the air

Signs that doom was near

The signs that made them lose all hope

And let go of everything dear

They accept their destiny without fail

Just as they would with fate

They know it’s not avoidable

So they accept it without hate

The day is approaching fast

When death will claim its first heart

And it will never let it taste its freedom

‘Til it’s been completely torn apart

And so doom is their destiny

There is no hope to lend

This is fate’s most dreaded gift

This is it-

-The End

Author's Note

Sorry guys, most of my poetry is written at 1:00 am so it's not exactly Poe.