The World
This world is a home to many creatures,
big and small, and it is a pitiful place
known all to well for its unsightly brawl.
Corrupt I have seen it become,
even so, I wish I had seen it begun.
A question I ask myself, was it really an amazing place,
and if so, maybe I would like to know what brought about its disgrace.
Multitudes of problems are faced by you and I.
Nevertheless, a question remains,
what’s the point if I’m fated to die.
There is so much more to be and to see,
yet a feeling lingers, telling me it’s not what’s meant to be.
We have the whole cosmos to explore,
regrettably an ill fate is waiting to be bore.
How we have waited and now we see,
with the time, there can never be an escapee.
The hands of the clock are coming to a halt my friend,
and you still haven’t asked yourself,
IS IT TRULY THE END?
Copyright © Chilio Ficcioli | Year Posted 2025
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