The end? The end.

Armageddon.

The raging wind slams

ferociously

against the windowpanes.

Frozen rain pellets hit

the roof

of my bedroom –

relentlessly.

I wait

for the night to be

over.

I wait

for the rising sun

to usher this nightmare

away.

But it goes on

And on

And on.

I put on my beats.

Turn up the volume.

Shut the curtains

(of my eyes) 

for a moment

of reprieve.

Could this be

the end(?)

The End.