Under a Dome
too weak to fight
the end is near
my days are numbered
the will to live is all but gone
my thoughts are not my own
i see the world in monochrome
shut out shut in under a dome
a minute a week a year
seeing the end approach
is it a blessing or a curse
maybe more a mix of both
today i lack opinion
how quickly the years flash by
a mere wink
nothing left in common
with the human race
the world doesn’t miss a beat
spinning with or without me
the sunset looks foreboding
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on September 18, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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