I watched in morbid joy
How and oasis for minds
Was turned to dust in mere months
By the same hands that once
Unearthed from the arid soil
The precious water of life.
Why would they create a place
For loners, weirdos and freaks
To find some comfort and peace
A semblance of kinship, hope,
Or even a makeshift home,
Just to let it all crumble and fall?
When greed meets hubris
One knows failure is nearby.
I’m just glad I got to save
In a futuristic ark
A few souls that just like me
Their oasis tried to find.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoetryA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
