#WritcoPoemPrompt36
Rising oceans,
A warming globe,
Savage storms,
A warning foretold...

A needle threaded,
and gently sewn,
embedded deeply
into winter clothes.

Calloused have we all become,
no emotion for a teardrop anymore.
swiftly we drift through the deep,
hoping to only make it out alive.
© LonesomeMrFixIt