#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon,
Oh boy! That was a race.

So i sat in my room,
Looking into my heart; the base,
Pondering how much i drooled,
At a thought that was always fake.

Here, i wished a wind gust so cool,
Perhaps, one with a face,
As fast as the harbinger hurtled through space,
Could blow away this thought; leaving no trace.