The final stage

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I fear it’s begun, the final stage,
heralded by a rain bomb.
As towns transform to reeking rubble,
and people weep in the streets,
I dream I admit defeat, accept the end,
and it’s worse than I ever imagined.
After years of no relief from catastrophe,
plague or looming war, the chance
that peace will ever return seems faint.
Though somehow my little slice of life remains,
what use is an island of fortune in
this violent ocean of pain?
In the daylight I try to…