a Sunday morning

A Sunday morning The mist has hushed the city just as well yesterday, was sunlit  warm and noisy  The world is balancing on the edge of nuclear war tomorrow might be the ending Is the coming catastrophe normal unstoppable  a new beginning for the survivors I look around familiar my room like it should be the last good bye I took my contentment for granted  This shall end, memories eradicated future scientists might find  traces of a past and write books The beauty of our world cannot  be explained  we took it all and left nothing