an inevitable apocalypse

There was no light streaming through the blinds

this particular morning. I rubbed my eyes and 

planted my feet on the ground as I looked to the

blinds above my bed. As I opened the window

there was no sound to be heard, the sky was an

ashen grey. It was a stillness I had not thought

possible. The earth itself felt dead, a heaviness 

of heart I could not bear. It's been days now

wondering when the sun will peek through

haze and silence.