Man…a poem

Man, Destruction, Double Exposure

he was falling apart
like all the others
it was to late
to change the past
he thought he should
feel sorry
for what humankind
had done
but he didn’t feel anything
then he realized
that had been the
problem
all along
no one felt anything
so he stood there
calmly
watching Death
move across
the Earth
and simply waited
for his
turn

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6 Responses to Man…a poem

  1. Tremendously powerful! Very well written.

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