The last days

A powerful poem. Please read.


Rows of empty houses lining empty street ,I do not feel frightened for there is no one left to meet.

Everywhere is hopeless everywhere the same there is a menace hanging in the air a menace with no name.

It is hanging from the branches and draping on the ground  no good to look for comfort there is none to be found.

The sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.

The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.

There are cars galore for us to drive but there is no where to go, there is electric and gas and water they just left it all to flow.

Everything is still working  so everything is free so for those of us…

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