Was I The Last One – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

We created the beast of a world not of our own, stars that felt the worthlessness of society, fortunate to be, sad to see, the fledgling spilt, open the sky wrought, end of what it was, we waited and saw, yet our eyes were blind, the sea was high, illusions given circumstance, was I the last one to see the sun shine no more, when the pastel colours suffered onward, into decay…

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