How Long before the end?

A day without an aftershock seems unimaginable for us right now,

How every now and then we have been jolted
Rattled to our bones
Compelled to resign ourselves to that fate
Of which we neither have any count
Nor idea.

Our much coveted endurance
Is running out of fuel
And the fire that each of us carry
Within our hearts and souls
Is flickering
Like the glimpses of everything that was
Everything we lived by
And now, all that we have
Is nothing
But a shaken yet strong fate
And an undeniable premonition of devastation and loss
A constant feeling of an approaching end
That will take us all away
And leave nothing but our enduring, strong souls that once lived to their fullest even in deprivation.