Last of Ashes

Alex Arnot

Here is where we crossed the line.

And just as well, I'd have to say

We've fucked ourselves in every way.


Out of chances.

Out of time.

The time we squandered, now has died.

A death that none shall mourn, and I

Inside the void, may only bide.


Waiting until the end begins.

No absolution for our sins.

Its path of burning ruin lay,

Its toxic death does suffocate.


Architects of our own demise.

One way or another, I surmise

Human kind shall fade away.

A heavy debt with Hell to pay.


Here inside my shell I stay

As the world around falls to decay.


Deaf to the cries of mortal coil

The lungs that fill with sludge and oil.

The skin that burns in nuclear waste

The smell of blood, so strong I taste.

The dying lie in searing rain,

The final shot that ends their pain.


Gone, with only dust to stay.

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2019 14:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the final part to another set of poems I wrote years ago called "Ashes". I re titled it since most probably haven't read the others as they are not on this site.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 39

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