on wednesday, the world ends.
a structure collapses, cursed by
poor decisions and old knowledge.
foundations remain steady, though one
motion would destroy them completely.
patience runs out, condemned by
waiting too long and apathy.
it’s time now, to flee
leave before total ruin arrives.
fear is insidious, creeping by
way of veins and arteries.
escape rendered impossible, perhaps it
isn’t time to leave yet.
on thursday, i can leave.