Poetry written by a Borderline

Fallout

And as I watched the world burn

I came to an understanding.

I once prided myself

in my accomplishments.

I boasted of my skills,

my talents,

my lifestyle.

I believed myself to be one of the best-

humanity had to offer.

But now,

as I watch the ground set afire-

I understand

we are Nothing.

My teachers were wrong.

People aren't at the top of the food chain,

we never were.

We are as fragile as porcelain.

We are as delicate as glass.

In our foolishness-

in our weakness,

have we not wrought

the end of the world

upon ourselves?