The Emptiness

Embattled hungered emptiness

colours the bleak horizon*

What was once there

is gone

The parchment of humanity

forever burned

Ashes scatter

across a hollow shell

All dreams, promises and hopes

evaporated

The raw, tender surface

sighs the dying whispers

of million souls

then shudders

the last tremors

of a dying planet

A death struggle

nobody believed possible

But here it is

a futile battle against arrhythmia

One last desperate attempt

at a steady pulse

until finally

surrender

and the Solar System

is quiet once more

Mankind has been quenched

Dead planets

continue

on their merry-go-round

Alone

barren

and unseen

*first sentence by Stanley Notte