Authored: January 3, 2023

I sit here, somewhere I have never been
Strength is fumbling out of my weakening body
I stare out a window
Looking at grey form skies
The moaning carapace that is the winds
And clear rain that is no longer safe to drink
If I close my eyes….

I am haunted by the ghosts of yesterday
The World has turned on us
And the number of Humanity decreases by each day
I remember the beloved of my life now perished
As I tried to survive
Watching around me a virus run rampant
Performing with ferocity a final mutation
The kill switch.

There are no words left,
As I sit in an abandoned home
In a non-descript village somewhere
And I see the last flowers bloom
Under skies of ashen grey
Tears begin to flow
As nothingness descends and soon, we will be endlings.

But the yellow flowers and the rose bushes
Are reminders that this Planet will continue
And without Humanity the virus will evolve
Or die having no more hosts
I cough and feel the blood pool in my throat.

This village of the dead where beauty persists
I close my eyes and hear the steady hum of rain
And I wonder what it was all for
The sum total parts of who we were?
The violence? The pain? The wars?

My breathing shallows and I feel at peace
Finally
This is not a bad way to go
Synapses fire and under closed eyes
I witness a field of stars
And see within each molecule
And the next story plays out.

The planet will heal
The virus will be a memory
And from azure dark oceans will come new life
As it ascends onto sandy shores
Under the purest blue skies.

A final smile, a final breath
A final firing of synapses
A portal opens within the stars
Trepas.