#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon,
For human race to fail.
Did we use up all our time,
In fights and differences,
Singing thousand different rhymes,
We are standing on the edge of dismay.
It's time for us to mend,
whatever we could today,
Break a few fences,
if that's holding us back.
If it passes through us nothing would be left,
Atleast we could bring a closure and die without regrets,
Harbinger of our death,
Hurtling through space,
Let the first thing it destroys be your regrets.

#NoRegrets #mending #closure #Asteroid