from the starlit crypt
in the end the world
will not remember me
though I was here
all these years
in the end the world
will be fine without me
though not for the better
this much I know
in the end the world
will break its chain
adrift into oblivion
like a rogue planet
in the end the world
becomes reckless
against a dying light
forever serene
june two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
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A harsh, but poignant, truth.
Hello Chris, thank you for visiting & commenting on this one.
My pleasure.
beautiful.
thank you, margaret