I'll Write Poems

I'll write poems
So the world doesn't end
As the planet burns
And hurtles itself into unknown existence
The sound of my pen
Inscribing my notebook
With meaningful nonsense
Fills my bedroom

As light dances across
The window pane,
My childhood rug,
My face,
My notebook
Broken up by the slats in the blinds
I sit on my bed
Scrawling my nonsensical thoughts
My hate
My sadness
My love

And in the time it takes
To write all of this
The world will wait
This moment of nothing
Is sweeter
More peaceful
Than the unknown nothing
We are being hurtled into
Perhaps it will come in million years
Perhaps when this poem ends
But at least for now
I'll write poems
So the world doesn't end