Patience for the End

It's tiring. Draining. Sometimes suffocating.
The invasion of voices, the footsteps of war.
So many rumblings that echo loudly and make the earth tremble.
Things that are clear, yet blur into the mist.
I tire from their calls and from their shouts.
Where are they trying to go?

He has been silent for a time now and I miss His voice.
I wonder if he has spoken at all since the others have deafened my ears.
I miss Him.
I see Him, but He isn't facing me. Still looking out into the distant fog.
The fog that surrounds us still.
Motionless and silent, while the sounds span around us.
Lord, how much longer?

It's like a moment that seems to never end.
Stretching out forever.
When will this end?
I only want to see your face again and hear your voice.
Are we forgotten, here in the midst of the clouds.

I feel like running out into it, to escape the unending entrapment.
I feel like lying down to cry.....to die.
I know it will not last.....this will not last, it cannot.
Like winter...it too must pass...
Colors are fading, hues turn pale unto darkened greys.
Is this the beginning or are we closer to the end?
A silence lingers over us as the peals of ramblings coarse around us.
He stares outward, as I huddle down.
I know there is not much time left.
The end is near.