#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon,
It is soon the life of race.

You stay, you hurt,
You run, you hurt,
You hide, you hurt,
And all you feel is pain.

But does it matter?
When you are already hurt,
From something that is inside you:
But then again, Isn't pain a twin of hope?

@medievaltomboy