Olympus Mons
Worlds left to conquer
Announcing the end of Planet Earth
Beginning with a mass migration to the skies
Cementing our legacy deep beneath the eroding dust
Draining the last of what we assumed would never disappear
Escape is essential to our future existence because we are doomed
Forever embedded in oceanic plastic
Grounded in air pollution high above the stratosphere
Handed over to the deity of judgement
Invisible and evaporating with ferocious speed
Justice in the eyes of deceased flora and fauna
Killing in the name of falsehoods and absentmindedness
Lighting the fires of carbon and prevalent gases
Mastery over fossils and bad habits from eons ago
New adventures await light years away and next door
Once was a time we had but now it's obliterated
Princes and kings laid waste to this land and we allowed it
Queens and empresses were silent as we gave birth to future failures
Rescue is not a part of the equation so we must formulate a new one
Stabbing the last dying hope of a succession that will never occur here
Time had a good run but this place has run out of many resources
Underneath boiling temperatures and wasted apologies
Vacating the premises from which we can no longer return to
Wishing on fallen stars from foreign soil and unknown coordinates
Xanthic and expiring, we left our green trees and our blue planet behind
Yesterday had our hopes up but our new home just isn't the same
Zillion and one reasons why we failed and a zillion and one reasons why we cannot seem to learn from our past mistakes
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Anna Torres
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Emerald Eyes
In the background of every formal thought, that's where you'll find me. Where the colors all bleed together and drown out every sound, that's where I'll be. From Babylon to Taiwan, look and you will see. From Medusa's head to Caesar's bloody bed, there is only you and me. I'll devour you whole while your ghost is still alive. A paragon of deviance but your perfection is still up for debate. Epitome of disruption, paradigm of disappointment. I've given birth to essential ideals but your death dictates their destiny. I can feel the tremors of trepidation. I've come too far to recede back into those waters. The trigger you represent doesn't make you a martyr. I let you provoke me into a hysterical state. This allowance pushed me into a toxic and malevolent place. You picked the time and I rose to the occasion. I activate the weapon you handed me in this corrupted situation. The ignited impulse to self-immolate. There aren't enough apologies to sever this much hate. To the stars, to the sand, we traveled far just to end up back under this dome. The inevitable truth is that we are all alone. Your emerald eyes captivated me once. Once was simply enough
By Anna Torres3 months ago in Poets
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A great and interesting read and submission to the Abecedarian challenge! If you get the chance to check my submission out I would greatly appreciate it!