You and I will most likely be gone as there'll be hardly anyone else around without a building left standing, to be seen, anywhere near on the ground. There'll be chaos and destruction wherever one may happen to look about with the screams of women and children heard from afar in pain no doubt. The voices of men crying together with words mumbled in resignation addressed to a deity that had been forsaken long ago in condemnation. Days of the future foretold now are passing under cover of a blackened sky with the smell of smoke and ashes slowly rising from the ground to pry. The earth as it has been known in people's memories now exists no more and former things of beauty loved been shattered to pieces on the shore. Hopelessness and helplessness are words to express the current situation with no effort on anyone's part to make amends in a general desperation. The howling of many dogs and other creatures can also be heard as well with the sound of rolling thunder fading in the distance is a story to tell. Flashes of lightning seen in the clouds above add a surreal touch to be made out or viewed like it's doomsday come at last for those left to see. With the earth itself trembling from all the current devastation around there's no one to speak words of comfort to subdue the noise profound. Like a worst case scenario the images will be etched in the hearts 'n minds of all those who've remained alive, in one piece, the way that true guilt binds. __________
Written in Dec'22. I once read a similar poem by a female poet many years ago on another website to which I commented saying it was too negative and pessimistic but these days views expressed on such topics are becoming more commonplace even with me trying to imagine what may never happen. Or is it happening now? Hmm...............