Is my poem good, apocalypse-themed?

This poem was written when I was 14 and now i am 16. I found it in my archives. It is about a moment before a future apocalypse

Long ago my life was running smooth

But now things are starting to move.

So I've left my life behind

And went for a final drive

Just two hours ago our lives just

had to change for an uneven exchange

When we saw it on the news

No one knew what to do,

The ones together and all alone.

What will the world be like after all this?

will the answer be unknown?

I had some views

Unlike the other ones.

So I hopped in my truck

And drove to the beginning

Of the End.

Two hours down the dark, desert highway

With sunset in the air.

Wondering when the time is to come.

The visions of my past some happy and sad.

The faces of now both good and bad.

And the dreams of the future are

now all gone with the sun.

As I look to the West

The Sun is done.

But as I look to the East

A new has begun.

When I hit the brakes I cried.

Our worst fears are now realized.

I opened the door and step outside

And for once I open my eyes.

My tears evaporate as I seize the day

To remind myself of the crimes

I must now pay.

The visions of the past some happy and sad,

The faces of now both good and bad,

And the dreams of the future are

Now gone with the sun.

I look back on my memories

To relive the days with my family

Of whom I have left behind.

The windshield melts

And so does my heart

I guess this is where the real life

Begins to start.

In a time so very short

You began to realize

The truths of life.

And just for a glimpse

The meaning of Life itself.

The visions of the past some happy and sad,

The faces of now both good and bad,

The dreams of the future,

The people I have hurt,

The people I have helped

Are all gone with the sun.

My skin turns to ash

And the final resolution is heard.

The rich and the poor,

The good and the evil,

The several and the few,

And everything else

Are all equal in the...

End.