Facing the End

There is a quiet comfort
in suffering shared
pain made thin as it spreads
across more shoulders

The world buckling
beneath my feet as I listen
to the last gasps before 
the inevitable end

I reach for the hands
of my fellow humans
in this, our final chance
to mourn together

Met with perplexed looks
eyes glazed over in utter denial
as the water rises to our throats
I am left to drown alone

Grief compounded by
a society that gaslights me
despite indisputable facts
holding onto delusional hope

The stunning arrogance of humanity
always believing everything will be okay
even as we watch the earth writhe
convulsing on its deathbed

The clock has long since run out
is it really too much to ask
to not face this unbearable reality
all on my own?