Masquerading as a spaceship
bound for another world,
time has become lost-
to those that still dwell below
upon the ashen ruins
of their home, a place called Earth.
The trees all faded away,
as blades cut through thick trunks
as war blew them apart
these silent giants became
lost to the creatures that were once
the self-proclaimed rulers.
Planes flew overhead
as pilots flipped buttons
dropping blazing bombs of poison.
Famine claimed the lands,
as bombs exploded upon
the once fertile soil.
Consumption of the world
led to a war that did not end.
Selling land in exchange for oil
no longer caring for the environment
that sustained life upon the Earth.
Ideals of space travel waited for those
that survived the wars
that the self-proclaimed leaders,
would not stop fighting,
even as their own kind lay dying.
There were screams of pain,
blasts of transparent radiation
which became the curse
of all their future generations to bare.
Now all those that were left behind
to suffer in isolation
stare longing up at their red tinted clouded sky.
They wonder what the stars look like
as they page through
books of constellations.
The cold walls of their glass domes
the only thing that separates them
from the rainbow of twirling gases,
that beckon the cursed few to venture out
into their deadly embrace.
By Ashley Houston
I hope you enjoyed reading my poem. 🙂
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