Like a monolith I am,
Entrapped.
Screeching for air,
I take a plunge,
losing my,
conscience.
As a bird stranded in a chimney,
or a fly glued to a web,
I am,
constantly,
smitten,
for my opinions.
I’ve saw through the eye of time,
gazing at earth’s crystal glow,
as the souls will die,
and the blood will flow,
forever.
Alas, I am but an old seer,
I carry my prophecies along,
to death’s cradle,
No one will sing a song,
of my,
failure.
It is saddening to think,
That mankind will face the brink,
Soon writing their prayers in ****** ink,
As the worlds population quickly shrinks,
and humanity disappears,
just like their ancestors,
when the meteor comes crashing down,
screaming will be the only sound,
Terminus.
©Ben McCretton 2009