Sanctuary [Poetry]

may¹⁹+²²

cold morning,
warm coffee -
there's fire burning
in the middle of
the living room.

early whispers,
chaotic laughters -
the cosmos
disorganized itself
for us not to
recognized the
impending doom.

a cell clad with
beautiful things
a trap hidden
to allure people
who have suffered
enough, pulling them
closer to
their end.

the ground shook,
and hell opened -
a bold invitation
of eternal.

the sky broke,
the abyss showed
itself -
the heavenly rejoicing
in a thunderstorm.

stars falling,
planets racing -
a sign of the times;
the harbinger
of death.

folded last page,
closed book,
the story unfolded
the end of the
world, titled:

"dystopia"