Two in the Afternoon

This poem is a bit of a continuance on the previous post about the new year. After writing it yesterday I was hit with a few lines in my head that I wrote down and they became this poem at about 3 in the morning. It has some what of an odd rhyming pattern, but if the first three lines are blended together while reading, then the last two, it works. I could have put the three lines into one, but I think stanzas like this look so much better and with my OCD, I need things to look just so. Enjoy. I hope you all had a marvelous New Years celebration.

If the world ended

At two in the afternoon

I’d consider it a good day

Since I’d be at work

And basically dead anyway

If the world stopped breathing

And the sun’s light went out

I’d find peace that day

If you’d hold my hand and heart

I’d be ready, come what may

If the world burned in judgement

And brimstone fell like tear drops

I’d endure the long day

Knowing that I had a love

Hotter than even Hell’s flames

If the world ended at midnight

The minute after eleven fifty nine

I’d make the best of that day

Hug family farewell, then gather friends

To face oblivion together, brave

There huddled in unity

Our bloodless relations perfect

Spending final seconds of the last day

With the ones we’d hold closer than family

In a contented circle, nothing more to say