Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Nothing
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me
Science strutted its stuff by enhancing and extending human life. Its glory, however, was short-lived when its own inventions led to the extinction of human civilisation.
While strolling in the rain my thoughts got wet.
 Jul 2021 Maitsholo
Aishu
Words left unsaid
Spilled in black inks
Each and every passing day
Next page