#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
No abode to cover our heads
No air compatible with our constituents of our beings
Nowhere to go nowhere to see.
The days have been full of dark and terror
Arh! life's been horror.
How deteriorated the planet has been.
We been our own enemies since the genesis of creation
I wonder how the creator put up with this
Nearing of our end time would be our final verdict
© S.F.T.H