Inevitable

Something is coming I just cannot see,
It might just be local or it’s bigger than me,
That’s the problem with our self-focused reality,
There are simply a multitude of possibilities,
If it is me then I’ll take whatever may come,
If it is bigger then I pray some will not succumb,
To the larger unknown that’s on it’s way,
Regardless of direction the pendulum sways,,
So many don’t see it; like screaming to a void,
And talking about it makes them just annoyed,
Of the stark reality looking them in the face,
The amplification of finally being put in ones place,
Whether at the end of a barrel or from the vast reaches of space,
The plans come undone like the hems on a flag,
And looks like the clothes of some withered hag,
Nothings for certain of that much I’m sure,
even in darkness from light that’s obscured,
Sleep gives a break from madness; in death hopefully more,
So shine your light in darkness; make the madness endure.