The twenty first century of forever

Sometimes I see the world

as a slow motion shipwreck

a centuries old vessel

wind and weather driven

every day there are the rocks

the darkness the angry voices

total destruction a possibility

but not today

the future changing giant waves

the rocks the jagged rocks

every day no closer to shore

while patient sharks prowl back and forth

hungry for the feast of ending

today tomorrow millennia

the twenty first century of forever

 

 

Note: This poem started from my addiction to “the news”. I stop watching TV and I find it on the internet. Got to let it go!