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From nothingness we came and into nothingness we find ourselves hurtling toward
Hegemon v Hegemon, friend v friend and ally v ally
Accompanied by a slow deadly adagio, mankind spirals and spirals and spirals.
Embracing a whirlwind that knows neither affection nor compassion.
A grave, dusty swirl that unrelentingly feeds on raw and pure hate.
The sands of time, sentinels of past, present and future, mute witnesses to humanity’s careening into hell
Twinkling stars warning wistfully about ghosts of futures past.
E.X.T.I.N.C.T.I.O.N!
(Word Count: 82)
Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#317
2 comments
‘…ghosts of futures past…’ BLAMMO!!!!!
This is a great poem – sad but true 🙌