I: eyes closed, you refuse to see
How the world has changed
And not for the better
I watch as we sail
These oceans of sand
Throwing down our buckets
For that precious liquid life
But we only get sand and bones
We’re fading too
Breaking down as the world around us collapses
Beneath the weight of the polluted air
II: now I watch from a distance
As the world turns dark
This is the aftermath of our destruction and our hatred
The misfits remain as wanderers
And we collect them one by one
As the wasteland of what once was
Rises to meet us
All of us have given up
All of us are wayward
But we’ll soon float away
Because the peaceful dark of oblivion
Will be ours soon enough
About the Creator
Meggen Olson
Hey guys. My name is Meg. I'm a writer, artist and tarot reading based in SoCal. I love writing and hope to share my work with you in this way. Please enjoy and let me know if you have any feedback for me. I'm happy to help where I can.
Comments (2)
This was so tragic and poignant. Loved your poem!
Nice piece🧡📝