Every day is an apocalypse

Every day is an apocalypse

For someone

Standing in the foreground

Of a self-portrait

Painted into a corner

As wet paint dries

Every day holds an answer

To a question

Waiting for the moment

To reveal itself

Without ever knowing

If the time is right

Every day is a performance

Not a dress-rehearsal

Standing centre stage

In a passion play

Without direction

As the house lights die

Everyday is an apocalypse

For someone

A real world ending

An endless winter

An extinction event

After which

We all fall out.