The world turned to grey
a long time ago.
Back when we humans
struggled for survival.
No one knows how it ended
or why we became extinct.
But someone, somewhere,
was the key to our life.
It's too late now
to change what has been done.
Our only hope
is to keep ourselves out of danger.
"But how," you may ask.
"if we are on the verge of death?
There's no hope for us
so how can that be?"
We don't know our current state
because we live in the past.
We must focus on our future
so we may live forever.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryThese are my own poems. Some are suicidal like Suicide Letter but I'm not suicidal. I just write how I feel. Sometimes I don't realize what I write until I read it.
