It wasn't Death...not exactly.
Nor was it Pestilence.
Famine's out, no one had
a chance to starve.
No, it was War, just War...
Some despot with endless power
let his thumb slip over the button,
and the sky blossomed
with vapor trails...
The rest fell quickly in line,
punching their buttons as
rapidly as they could.
Until night became day...
I survived, I don't know how.
I awoke floating on some debris
upon a dark, red sea.
The fish floated belly-up beside me.
I am alive, but not well,
huge patches of my skin
shorn off by atomic winds,
hair no longer there...
Bye-bye, Mr. Pretty Boy.
I am alone, there is no one else,
neither human nor beast.
Not even the wind
keeps me company anymore.
The sky is red, the Earth is red,
the oceans are red...
And the world is dead.
I am given a sense of wonder,
a feeling of awe...
Am I meant to be the last chance
for humanity?
But, if it's just me, we cannot survive,
for I need a woman.
Yet, I can find no one...
The Earth is so lifeless, so barren.
It's our fault, we caused it.
Who would welcome the last man?
Who would put destiny in our hands?
Only fools would take another chance.
The sky is birdless, all our winged
friends are toast now.
But if I listen hard, I hear twittering,
though it sounds far away.
And I push my inherited raft along.
Even a noisy songbird would be
better than this solitude.
It somehow gives me hope.
Maybe...I'm not alone anymore.
And maybe...just maybe,
there is a chance.
Author notes
It's the end of the world yet again, folks, is there any hope?
image link: http://fstarno.deviantart.com/art/The-Global-Flooding-of-2010-75967349
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (Imagine about the future and write...) by nature mithya.
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How will the end come about?
Comments
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Only three more years till this becomes...reality...
For some reason in my head I added the following to this stanza
The rest fell quickly in line,
punching their buttons as
rapidly as they could
(like some penny arcade).
Hope your holidays were grand
Eddy
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War Is Ugly
Dark, vile thoughts of total fear these words run over me in a cold chill...because I know man has the power to wipe themselves out....but to be the last man standing is weird. You captured the picture prompt with excellence & the reality of War.............Novy
She will not let this
happen to us...my love
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War?...then...
It is the end of our earth if nuclear bombs are set of by nations. And should fluid plasma fusion reactions take place there would be nothing to save what to say of earth ever supporting life i.e. if it held together. Let us hope we don’t face this madness.
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