Under the dark, dreary sky
I watch the faded sun bob its last good-bye
Is it near? Is it far? Is it forever?
Forever. This was said by the other ones,
The old ones who warned of a catastrophe
Which we created en masse. All hope is gone,
No more saviors to hold the strings of hope,
As fine as this hope was, it is now broken;
With no hope of mending what is no more.
We sit and wait for the darkness and the cold
To envelope our forms and sqeeze what life
Is yet within. If only there was yet a chance
We would remember what ill
We had created and the world
That is now lost would once more be.
My hope now is that this be found
And others learn of how mismanaged ways
Could harm all that is beautiful
And all that is real and take away
All that is yours, becomming no more.