Is It Over?

It's all over,

Everything, the world is in darkness.

There is no way to get out of this,

But still some here are not plagued by sadness.

It's all over,

I wonder if there are others like us,

Out there, in the snow blanketed world.

It simply can't be that were the only ones.

It's all over,

What will happen when we run out of books?

We need the chairs, the tables,

And the shelves are connected to the walls.

It's all over,

Everyone is starting to get sick, it seems,

Everyone is going downhill, and fast,

Are we even going to last?

It's all over,

Days melt into nights, with no slowing of the storm.

Did it stall above us?

So it could see how much we could handle?

It's all over,

The moral in here is as low as what were once streets,

All day long we do nothing but sit,

And hope that someone will eventually find us here.

But wait,

Am I to just sit and wonder about the future?

Or should I try to find a way to help everyone?

No, they may not think its worth to try.

The next day is approaching,

We are all waking,

To face a day, as monotonous as the rest,

I think to myself, is this effort worth taking?

What will happen today?

Nothing or something extraordinary?

Will the fire go out?

What is going to happen?

I look up at the ceiling,

Count the cracks that have appeared,

Only because of the heavy, icy, snow,

I look down, and hope the cracks above me, do not appear below.

The days go by so slow,

Minutes feel like hours,

And hours fee like days.

Only now do the days feel so long.

It seems like the night is now upon us,

It is hard to tell.

There is barely any light in here,

Even at the brightest time of day.

It is only getting colder,

The fire looks like its going to freeze,

And if that does,

So must we.

Luckily, I have once again woken up,

Another day is upon us.

But, that is not the sun that I see,

What or who could it be?

His name is Jack, Jack Hall,

I think he is here to take us somewhere.

There is another man,

And hopefully a helicopter.

We have made it through the storm.

But where are we going now?

I enter the 'copter,

And only hope that these people can be trusted.

"What do you have to fear?" I am asked

"You never know what people are like." I reply

But this whole time was confusing,

I wasn't even sure that I meant what I had said.

The ride is over,

We have arrived.

And now I know how wrong I was.

I almost wish this had happened sooner in my life.

This journey is over,

But not the trip or the adventure.

My part seems done.

But now I will never be sure if it is.